September 28, 2012 § 25 Comments
I sit in the diner waiting for my good friend, Dan. I look down at my wrist and see the watch. It’s a vintage Omega, from the 1960’s. Susan, my treasured friend, gave it to me. It was her father’s watch.
I look at the watch and think of Susan, and her father. I think of my children, imagining that someday one of them will wear the watch. I recall my father who, like the man who wore this watch before me, was a fisherman. I imagine the early mornings on the water with my father, picturing the way his wrist snapped as he cast his line. And my imagining just spins out from there.
In Buddhism we say that we die, and we don’t die. That which exists cannot become non-existent, we are taught.
Like all great wisdom, it’s simple, enduring, and true. In the things that we do, in the way that we exist in the world, we set in motion ripples of feeling and thought that collide and connect with other ripples and become part of the same cosmic field that Buddha walked.
We change the world, each of us, by our presence. And when we die, when our bodies return to dust, even that dust may enrich the soil, feed a living thing.
On and on.
We cannot possibly trace all the interconnected ripples that bring us to where we are. But we surely feel the presence of those who are with us now- and those who came before.
A half century ago a man walked into a store and bought himself a brand new Omega. And here I am, in this diner, waiting for my friend.
The magic of life.
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We have never met and yet your words and your thoughts have reached out across the miles and touched me. The beautiful imprints left by another living being. It is magic. It is a miracle. This post breathes what all of us feel and then paints it with words that lingers long after the last word has been read. Thank you. Sharon
Yes, yes, yes!
Thanks, three times.
Tom, I always enjoy and appreciate your writing, but I must say that this post sits as a favourite. Deep and wonderful simplicity runs through it. A fine balance of story and wisdom.
You know I conceived and wrote this post in the 10-15 minutes I sat waiting in that diner. It just came to me as I glanced down at the table and saw the watch.
The writing was pure and natural and easy. Perhaps this is why you experienced the “deep and wonderful simplicity” in the work. It was simply conceived and simply written. An instance of “just writing.”
Thanks for the generous compliment and for the time you take to read and reply to my work.
Yes, that simple skein has an imperceptible but deep and abiding impact.
Love the connective imagery of your dad fishing, and then reference to ripple effects. I too think we all move on ripples as we go through life.
Yes, “ripples” felt like the right word and I did imagine a pond with ripples colliding with other ripples- and of course that all connects with memories of fishing and the water- and so on. All things- and all persons- connected.
Thank you for the kindness of your read and reply.
Life is truly magical Tom, and like your writing is a great teacher. The ripples of our actions carry forward into the future and leave messages for future generations. We never really give what we do a second thought! Thank you for this thoughtful reminder.
It’s true, isn’t it? As we can feel the presence of those who have left us, we must know that others will feel the traces of our presence after we die.
Magical- like the sun that broke through the dark clouds here just as I began this sentence.
Thank you, Anne.
It truly is magic. As is this post. Thank you. 🙂
As is your amazing photography.
Thanks for the read and reply, Robin.
This is full of heart, Tom. I so agree with you about all those who have gone before and the effect they each had on the planet and its inhabitants.
I feel surrounded by the spirits of many who have transitioned. I used to wonder if my grandmother and father had any idea of the effect they had on my life; somehow, I think they do.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful memories. Hugs to you. Brenda
The more I think about it, the more I see the traces of so many people who have died- and not died. The more I see this “cosmic field” with ripples and ripples of the influence of others, all mixing and evolving- but never disappearing.
Your “full of heart” compliment is a treasure. Thank you.
Ah! Time ticks away, no?
Yes, it does. But when I’m staying in the moment, time seems suspended and I don’t worry at all about time slipping away.
Beautiful post. 🙂
Lovely, lovely post. We are so busy going about our day without giving a thought to the impact or impressions we may have or leave for the future. Thank you for that reminder. 🙂
Yes, that’s an important lesson that I try to take away- what we do matters- in each moment. I mess up a lot of those moments but when I recall this idea, it helps to get back to where I want to be.
Your writing is simply beautiful! Warm wishes from simple cherishes.
Warm wishes back.
I appreciate so much the time you take to read the post and leave your kind reply.