The positive pelican push

moments of aloneness, some filled with opportunistic moment.
a van full of strangers returning home from trips around the world. a couple, newly engaged, returning from Disney World, glowing with settled, filled, visions of a home, fenced in, a dog, a new baby, a family to view their life as completed. myself, alone returning from a weekend with half my family. newly divided. feeling divided.
and a man sitting across an aisle of division. his smile big, his eyes pleased and genuine. the driver says, Mr. Thomas, we are please to have you with us. he says he tried to be a nobody, but he accepts her attention and appreciates her friendliness. I find I am sitting now, without an isle any longer, closed from conversation, a local celebrity, a news reporter for Detroit. he speaks about his love for his life, his job and the couple beams behind me. I beam for all their happinesss, everyone's. and he tells me to watch him on the television, I look him up on the internet. I find he is more than a happy, gifted and privileged news reporter. he is a struggling man. I learn about his story. Born an African American, now a disease, turning him white, slowly. Once an attractive man only noticeable for his smile and confidence, now noticeable for his atypical skin and fame. Watch, be inspired as I was, and learn of the privilege most of us have. solid skin color, solid to our existence.

http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/dpp/about_us/personalities/Lee_Thomas_Bio

vagabonding blogging

so without a voice, as it is lost to overuse or anger or a tightened throat from unbearable stress to the body
and without an extension of this natural life into the life of others so far, or maybe just across town, as the obsession with plugging and charging and attaching electronics to your pant pockets is forgotten
and without the companion that calls you to check in every day, or to give you a hug every morning, or make you tuna fish for lunch
and without a home where others know your face on a passing by of the street, and smile into your solitude feeding your for hours
and without knowing your own face, or your own hands, or your own loveliness.

to exist in this world, substantiated by these expectations, of what a day is filled with. In the vagabonding there are strangers who tell you who they think you are, and there are alone moments were memories seep in from a past life, a song comes on, and you are in your first apartment, lying on the floor, with someone you know loves you, for a moment.