Balancing

Every morning I see her on the way to work. Average height, stocky build for a woman. Dusty brown hair frazzling out from underneath her hat. Regardless of the weather she wears the same bedraggled black coat and she always has her oversized earmuff style headphones on. She stands at the bus stop, always to the left of the route sign. As she stands she vacillates slowly from side to side. Her palms face the sky and when she sways her hands methodically move up and down as if weighing something. I imagine that she’s weighing something important, something more than just a decision on what to eat for lunch. Perhaps she is weighing the good from the evil, the right from the wrong, or maybe she oscillates for no reaching conclusion but to balance. To keep the order of herself or maybe everything? As I putter by I like to imagine that she plays some integral part of our world, that she’s not just some crazy lady who has a bad hip. I pretend that she is a key to the balance of the earth like Atlas is to holding up the earth. If she was to suddenly stop swaying everything around us would be thrown into tremendous turmoil.

I reminds me of an episode of The Twilight Zone I saw when I was a kid. There was an eccentric old man that lived in a small apartment and every few days he’d have his only friend, a younger man, bring him strange objects. Mannequin heads, broken footstools, thumbtacks…etc. One day the friend got a little pushy and finally convinced the crazy old man to let him in the apartment. When the guy walks in he sees all the random objects he’s been bringing hanging from the ceiling, balancing ontop of other objects. The old man is rushing around building more strange things and asks his guest to be careful and not touch anything. Well the young dude knocks something over and it crashes to the ground, the old man screeches and says, “You just destroyed a small island in the South Pacific”. Young man laughs and leaves, but when he comes back the next day to bring more strange stuff he sees the news that says a tidal wave overtook a whole island in the South Pacific, killing everyone. He runs to the old man freaking out, and the old man says “he’s done saving the world” and walks out, leaving the fate of the world in the young guy’s hands –side note– I just totally realized this is exactly the same thing that Desomond did to Jack and Locke on LOST! Ha!–end side note–

I think she’s like that, keeping it all in order unbeknownst to any of us, balancing it all in her hands. Or maybe she’s just a woman with a bad hip.

6 Comments »

  1. EsoPhil said,

    August 17, 2006 @ 9:20 pm

    Now that’s a cool blog entry. I have to wonder if her movements are somehow synched with the theoretical music she is listening to. Or perhaps there is indeed no music and the headphones are just a cover for her world balancing.

  2. normaljean said,

    August 18, 2006 @ 11:15 am

    I love this blog entry. :)

  3. David said,

    August 18, 2006 @ 1:35 pm

    I agree with Phil… that post was really good. It actually reminds me of some of the stuff G.K. Chesterton is talking about in this book I’m reading. Reality is a mysterious thing, probably a lot more like the Twilight Zone than we think. ;)

  4. Anthony said,

    August 18, 2006 @ 3:14 pm

    NO, I would say that she is definately more than just a woman with a bad hip..
    The way she was described indicates that she must not be from this world…
    She is daily performing special and eternal tasks….
    Dont you dare upset her…
    The consequences could be utterly distasterous…
    ABC OUT

  5. Phil said,

    August 19, 2006 @ 5:12 pm

    I bet it’s actually two people underneath the large coat and one is taller than the other.

  6. elizabeth said,

    August 21, 2006 @ 1:03 am

    Chapter 1

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