The Beauty Is Never Far Away

Returned not too long ago...from singing at a World Poetry night at the Central Library in Vancouver. I sang three of my songs..."Old Fashioned Immigrant"..."River Child"...and "Splinters of the Tree". The songs were well received and I left for home especially early tonight. Lugging my guitar and another case on my way to the library earlier...I had fallen as I stepped off a bus...and had one or two small bruises to attend to at home. I was fortunate that it wasn't at all serious...like falling on your face or breaking something when you fell. I was very lucky. The toughest moment was when I first fell...springing open the lid of the case I was carrying and splattering poems and cd's all over the sidewalk. I felt people looking at me...and I wondered what they were thinking was the cause of the fall...perhaps a glass or two too many?. It was nothing of the sort...but still I experienced a moment of embarassment...at suddenly being in a vulnerable position. The beauty that came out of this moment...was two young people stopping to help me to pick up my stuff from the sidewalk. Like I often say..."the beauty is never far away"............Quester.