Slight Observations From An Introverted Girl

I saw a man today struggling to push around what seemed to be 10 scuba diving tanks, in a cart, up a very steep hill.  It was the middle of the day.  Big rolls of sweat were running down his weathered face as he let out a loud grunt and then another one for good measure.  I watched his struggle and he looked at me watching his struggle.  I wanted to help him; I should have helped him. I firmly believe that it’s always good to put a few well placed karma strands into the universe.  But, my hands were full with a coffee, a bag, and a brain that was screaming at me that there would be a language barrier involved and what if he shunned my need for helpfulness; although I don’t think that he would have.

I saw a rooster today nibbling on a tortilla chip.  He belonged to someone because he had a bowl of grains nestled in the corner of one wall.  A few chicks were clucking about its red clawed feet.  I watched its chin hang to the ground as it picked at its food.  It ignored me of course.  Something that I was actually all too glad about.  I’ve seen such roosters before and they can be little hellionous although this one was’t little at all, but quite large.  I wonder if he is someone’s pet  or is rather being raised to then be slaughtered and then devoured by greedy hands and hungrier stomachs.

I saw a beach today.  It was filled with seaweed that smelled putrid and urine soaked.  There were piles of it everywhere as men in coveralls shoveled the nasty stuff as fast as they possibly could. But, it was coming in way faster than what they could manage.  What a life, I couldn’t help but to think, but they didn’t seem all that upset about their chosen work load.

I know the seaweed is deterring tourists from coming to this part of the world.  I see it with vacant buildings that used to be filled with a restaurant or two, some having been there for quite some time.

”It’s just so dirty and smelly,” I hear the tourists say with a wrinkled brow and a pursing of the lips.  “Our whole trip is ruined,” they whine next as they pout in their resort over watered downed margaritas and American style Mexican food.

But isn’t this all our fault to begin with? I can’t help but to wonder.

Humans are dirty and smelly, like the seaweed that is so loathsome to them now and our land, now filled with waste from fast fashion, fast food, a fast life, is just crying out for a reprieve.

“The ocean is on her period,” I chuckled into my phone as I filmed a tiktok, one of my many cringy obsessions of late.

But I really don’t think that’s it at all.  The ocean is saying rather,” You people treat me dirty with your oil spills, pollution,  and degradation of my space, I will show you just how dirty I can be.”  Unfortunately, Mexico is where she has decided to unleash her wrath; at least for now, but who knows where her future locations will be?

I saw a Mexican mother yelling at her son today.  She was speaking in Spanish of course, but some things you just know.  Her son, the one she was inflicting her anger upon deserved the tongue lashing.  His pouted mouth, slumped shoulders, and whiny tone of voice told me all that I needed to know.  His attitude was rotten, probably not getting something he thought his preteen self deserved.  I hope the mother did not give in to her son’s wants and I suspect she probably did not based on the sharpness of her jawline that almost perfectly matched the sharpness of her tone.

I saw myself resting on the beach today.  A manifestation journal in one hand, pen in another.(Does anyone practice manifestation and what have you manifested into existence?) It can’t hurt I thought to myself as I watched the tide come in, listened to the beach club beach clubbing and then I put it all away and decided to call an end to my afternoon of exploration. Who knows what tomorrow will entail and the next day and even the day after that.  A lot can happen to us quiet ones.  The ones that listen, observe, and allow life to happen quietly in this loud world of ours.