My car broke down.
I know that mechanical mysteries unravel. Yet I feel there is a grand cosmic machine conspiracy out there, designed to malfunction just when I have a zillion have-tos on my list. And it's a weekend. And all garages are closed.
So I had to rediscover little old biped me. For feet, time and distance had to be recalibrated. Like it or not, I was shoved into the slow lane from whence I first came. More than half of my To Dos were cancelled. Saturday morning starts with a yoga class which is in my neighborhood but it's usually a car ride not a walk. Today I am thinking with my feet and taking streets I never drive. Along the way I meet this.
Two fish kissing on a wall. Made out of old grills and wires the simple poetry was sunshine. I was so delighted I had to stop and join them with photos and was almost late for my class. Smooch smooch.
Walking is wide open and spacious while driving is motorized life with blinkers on.
On the way back after class I was starting to enjoy how expansive space was, all sky and air. Turning corners I met people sitting on porches with morning coffee or in the midst of garden work. We shared hellos and smiles as kind strangers do and I also met these two earthbound frogs exchanging flowers forever among the decay.
I think I took a wrong turn which was the right turn because this was what was staring out of a front window. The last bit of glitz and deflated balloons left over from a birthday party that must have been at least as much fun as those frogs and fish were having.
It took longer to get home than the whole yoga class. I wish I could say I abandoned my car. Speed and efficiency and highways seduced me all over again once repairs were done. But those days of walking still remind me to slow down, keep looking, take a few wrong turns, and stay awake, which as an artist, I am always trying to do.