River Jordan isa southerner with a global perspective. She began her writing career as a playwright and spent over ten years with the Loblolly Theatre group, where her original works were produced, including Mama Jewels: Tales from Mullet Creek,Soul, Rhythm and Blues, and Virga.
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On Being Human Thursday, March 3, 2010
During my last visit to New York I carried a camera with me everywhere snapping random shots of the city, the people, theVillage, the park, the cathedrals - the LIONS- life in general. All that wonderful energy that is part of the city. When I went home and started really loading and looking at the photos, this one captured me completely. In this busy sea of humanity here was one man that had something else going on. Who seemed to be listening intently to something God or angels were whispering in his ear. And that he might just have an opinion or two to share of his own.
Now in keeping with my resolution to to pray for a stranger each day (Praying for Strangers (Penguin 2011) as I go walking through crowds of people, someone always stands out to me like this. It may not be someone who appears to be homeless. Matter of fact it rarely is. But there is always something that captures my attention, slows my walking, or has me turn around to consider someone again.
I think the fact is, I slow down. And instead of being like all these people in the background hurrying on my way, I'm listening privately to some private truth, some little secret, that will help me realize what it is to be human.
For now, husband has gone fishing. There is the promise of sunshine and warmer skies this weekend so big dog and I are scheduled for real walks among the bare trees. I'll get back to you soonest if there are any signs of Spring hidden among the branches.
