As I scan the horizon from the windows of the bus for any whale activity, I recognize the sweet aroma of peppermint. I shift my gaze in the window to see the reflection behind me, and listen carefully. Yep, the sound of someone brushing their teeth, right across the aisle from me, accompanying herself with humming. Eat your heart out, N.Y. subway riders….
I finally see a small spouting of water coming out of the span of blue, and some fin movement, as well. Better than nothing, I conclude, even as I would like to have seen a breach, or at least a fluke*. I am going to call a friend to see if he can get me a free or discounted whale watch to enjoy in the next few days, as he is capable of doing such a thing. This time of year is the best for this sort of thing in Maui.
Up in front of the bus, I see a single father with two children, one sitting next to him, and one in the little car carrier on his lap. Two beautiful little girls, one of whom I dutifully watched with his older daughter while he loaded the box and bags onto the bus, when we boarded. Across from him, I recognize my old roommate, who must have gotten on when we stopped at the wharf, as I spoke to my web guy on the phone. To my left, in front of the abluting woman, is a friend who is working on improving his business, online. A siren sounds as an ambulance speeds by us.
As I’m discovering, I’m a part of all these people, and they a part of me. A facet of the ALL, a small piece of each other. If that’s the case, how is it I can be the woman brushing her teeth, I ask? Well, if I had a meeting at the courthouse looming up ahead, and only enough time to freshen up, maybe I COULD!
How about the single father? That’s an EASY one. Had I had any children with my fiancee before she passed in 2000, it WOULD be me. Whether or not I’d be living in Maui, I couldn’t say. Most likely not…although with children, I might’ve gotten a settlement which allowed such a move, regardless, right? So, who can TELL?
The guy across from him I know a bit about, and can see myself in him, although I AM wondering why he’s riding a bus, when I saw him in a very nice car, only last week. Small island.
The burgeoning businessman? Yep, that’s me, TOO! The woman on vacation here, for the first time? Yeah…I can relate to that, as I talk to tourists all day at my ‘real job’…wow! I guess they all ARE facets of myself, playing out the roles assigned to help them find their truth in THIS incarnation. I suspect strongly that if we can see all the people on this journey we share as fellow riders, maybe we can lose the divisiveness we’ve been programmed to believe.
To YOUR journey!