The joyful drama of life, a diorama..

I was on the bus one morning, normally I will be listening to the news or reading something.  I guess I don't have my ignore-the world props that I paid attention.  The picture is of 2 women, I'm guessing a mother and daughter, they were not talking/nor interacting, I saw the smile of contentment, the joy of being together.  How they were drawing the warmth of love and affection from each other, such a quiet expression of love. 

On one side, looking out the window this is what I saw.  If that wall could only speak, it would say to us "you're lucky consumers you have enough choices to make a decision" and to itself, prostituting oneself to the highest bidder is such a bad idea.  This sort of reminded me of a friend of mine, she does not believe in choosing this way. If she is entertaining someone, trying to discover possibilities, she will not even consider going out with anybody else. She likes to give the person her full attention so that her decision is not clouded she says.  She feels cheap going out with more than one person.  Way to go, girl!

I am not paying attention, noticing things, but I didn't get the signal, when I received separate phone calls, and more than one at that.  I was blabbing, "oh I'm going to have lunch with her" and he said, "that's kinda awkward, she just broke up with me. This time I think it is with finality."  I can only say, maybe it's time to examine yourself as to what went wrong, he said he will.  I know, he is banking on an update from me. 

I get a good amount of download, it does not come from a "how are you?". The how are you, that is hard to answer.  Half the time the person asking is not expecting a laborious account of one's day.  It comes in spurts, sometimes I have to pry, sometimes just dropped on my lap, sometimes a quiet whisper (no, not the pinoy way of whispering a shout).  A trusting account of what happened.  Most of the time, I am not expected to do anything, just to listen. In the end, a resolve to put in my bag of prayer wishes, that sometimes get bundled in "Lordy, please be with them, give them strength, and the realization that it is not all pain. That under the bitterness of it all, is a joyful, sweet reward of Your embrace".