ANYTHING IS A BLESSING

Sensing Silence, 

I used to feel weakened.

But it seems this same silence

has moved me forward to

so many greater things.

I made this slide show,

before I jumped into video

Something about sound and text

has always moved my emotions

always

Anything is a Blessing

____________________________

I bought my hair stylist breakfast.

I went to one of her favorite breakfast places:

The Hole in Roy,

They serve donuts and the breakfast sandwiches are made with

Homemade bagels and croissants.

I call ahead on my way out there, so the meal is hot and ready when I get there,

but as I am being rung up

 I decide to order more than she asks for.

And since I'm not eating out at any place with a drive thru or fast food,

I already know it isnt for me. 

____________I imagine it being a surprise for her______________

_____________________________________________________________________

I drive back to the salon, 

As I drive, I think about my purpose 

In the salon today, We are trying to achieve “Heavenly Father blonde”

You know the color, the ones babies are born with and the sun kisses

Ever so lightly. yet it is so hard to obtain

with any type of license, or bleach.

But were attempting it anyways.

______________________________________________________________

As I exit the freeway and roll up to 31st and Wall avenue in Ogden,

There are two turning lanes, and the far left is empty

And I see why,

 next to the emptiness,

there is a man, leathered by the sun,

ironically, his hair is light blond,

so similar to what I imagined for myself.

It looks perfect, but his hair is matted under his hat,

He has light blue eyes and he is thin as thin.

I quickly think of what I can give him as I pull up to a stop
in the far left lane,

(Last time I gave away some un opened packs of gum

To the resident of this corner)

But today, today was new day, new man,

And no gum. I look at the red light

 The red light becomes a tender mercy,

its for me to grow,

I turn off my music.

My heart is pounding a little harder now, for all I have is my hair dresser's breakfast.

Standing close to the curb, he holds a sign

it reads:

ANYTHING IS A BLESSING.

I fill a pit in my stomach,

my heart is now depending on my mind to make the best choice at this moment.

I rolled down the window.

I grab the drink and the straw:

"Do you like Dr. Pepper?" I ask him.

(I know my hair dresser sure does)

"Thank you." he responds.

His smile is soft.

The light is still red. 

I roll my window up.

I watch him, still holding the sign

he faces East toward the sunrise and lowers his head

His hands come together.

He looks as though he is thanking the Lord,

and in that moment, 

I wanted to join him, and thank the Lord

for the moment I learned that

ANYTHING IS A BLESSING




________________


Happy Independence Day