All Beliefs are Welcome Here!
Today I journeyed to the “Heart” of the local community. Every community should have a Heart, a spiritual center point. Some communities have lost their Heart. It is a long-hot journey in the Texas sun, 13 miles round trip. A rather long walk. At several locations along the journey, the black vulture was circling overhead, looking to eat the dead, whether it be human or animal.
The black vulture does a very efficient job in cleaning up carrion. I recall passing in the past, a group of black vultures feasting on a possum. When I passed back by the possum on my return, it was picked clean. The group was probably related, black vultures are known to share food with their relatives, they have fierce family loyalty.
The Ancient Maya considered the black vulture messengers of the gods. Today they seemed to be everywhere I journeyed. Wonder if there was a message out there for me.
The first person I encountered on my journey was a young lady. She was standing on a corner with her skateboard. As I quietly approached her I said, “Hi.” She jumped and proclaimed, “you scared me!”, to which I responded, “I’m sorry.” She then changed gears and got a broad smile on her face. It reminded me of the lady I met in McDonalds late one night. She had said, “You’re the man that scared me”, then she looked happy to see me again on this later date.
While passing a cheap-seedy motel on my journey, a man decided to join me for a spell. He was wired, talking a mile-a-minute. Probably a meth head. He needed some money and I obliged him. He started talking about religion and politics. I noticed a cross tattooed on his forearm and guessed he was Christian. He corrected me and told me that he was now atheist, he had been Christian in the past. He explained the creation story in the Bible didn’t make any sense. I brought up the Big-Bang theory and how astrophysicist believe everything started from a single atom, with so much energy, that it exploded and expanded into our Universe. He went off in that direction stating the big-bang theory is just another creation story. After allowing him to vent out on me for a while, we parted our ways.
Next on my journey I ran into three women from the local half-way house. It is a converted old hospital that women live in while transitioning from prison to open-society. I say open-society because prison has a society also, it is just different. Most of them are not from this community, and these ladies needed directions to their place of employment. Local businesses like motels and fast-food restaurants hire them. They are expected to earn money while staying at the half-way house.
My journey after that was just the black vultures and I, except for the fairly-constant police presence along the way. The black vulture circled overhead like it was waiting for me to collapse. I did get light-headed a couple of times from the heat and exertion. My leg muscles were screaming for oxygen and protein. But the black vulture could not feast on my cadaver today.