Blog 664 – 06.15.2017
The Incredible Power Of Little Things To Move Us

Now there is a long title to blog about “little things” and their remarkable power to move us. I have never been a very “macho” guy, a hard headed, opinionated, very inflexible guy, yes, and often a stinky, messy guy, and too often perhaps, but not a very machismo kind of guy. Therfore it may not surprise you to know how much flowers especially those sweet smelling ones have moved me all throughout my life. Like most little boys I loved my Mama and picked pretty wild flowers for her. I was always on the look out for a pretty flower to pick for her and her smile was my favorite reward. Maybe that is my real connection with pretty flowers and their delicious smells. I am sure the psychiatrists would have a field day with this one as they believe so much to be rooted in our childhood experiences. As children life is so full of little but oh so powerful things and as adults too but then as adults we are often too busy to pay much attention to the little things.

I pay attention to words, probably too much. Words can be taken so many ways but then real communication always takes more than a few well chosen words, it takes time, and attention to the little details. I was on a hot job site last week and those of us in the construction related trades are quite familiar with the little plastic houses called by many cute and descriptive names like Porta Johns. For me, following a gas and electrical service installation crew most of the time, they are a rare and welcomed sight that saves driving to a nearby service station, in rural areas they are often not that near, to take care of pressing personal business. In this portable house of relief there was a hand cleaner/disinfector dispenser (usually they are empty.) I tried this one and it contained the waterless cleaner. It felt nice and even later my hands smelled so good that it touched me that great smell bringing back the memory of flowers and my Mama’s sweet smile.

I even thought this morning of buying a little vase and putting it on a little shelf in my travel trailer with quite limited space. It has been a while since I picked some wild flowers but I thought I might do that this weekend, a sweet smelling bouquet for my Mama, all the pretty mama’s really, and daddies, but really for me. We all deserve flowers and sweet smells and the Universe has provided a myriad of them for us to enjoy. Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White