The Mobile of Life

Very little gets past me on an average day.  As a writer, I have trained myself to observe the nuances of everyday life; the events and situations that might otherwise go unnoticed.  As an observer of the human condition, I have been blessed with the ability to extract the deeper meaning to be found within what would otherwise be called ordinary.  It can be a curse at times, as my mind is overwhelmed with a barrage of images and thoughts.  Nonetheless, I am thankful to be able to share my insights and inspirations with the world.

Inspiration is not always waiting on the corner for me.  In fact, there are times where it has taken a long Caribbean vacation, leaving me in a quandary as to what I will write about!  Such was the case last week as I plodded along on my morning walk with the dog.  I was keenly aware of my surroundings, taking in all of the details around me.  Still, nothing was jumping out at me as a topic for my daily blog.  It seemed that the harder I struggled for ideas, the more blank the canvas of my mind became!

Pausing to let my hound sniff at a new buried treasure, I resigned myself to the fact that it would be a day with no blog post.  Rather than try to force a topic, I would forgo the joy of sharing my insights for the day.  Suddenly, Xena jerked up from the pile of leaves she had been sniffing.  The ears were drawn up, the long tail was extended, and her head jerked off to the right.  I wondered if she had picked up the scent of an urban fox.

I scanned the wooded area along the long ago forsaken railroad tracks.  In the thick bushes and tall prairie grass there was nothing to be seen but a vast collection of rubbish.  The path that we usually take in the morning winds next to a long alley on one side and the tracks on the other.  People have taken to dumping their trash and tattered furniture in the dense undergrowth.  It has become a museum of modern-day littering and a testament to the disposable nature of our society.  It also speaks volumes about our lack of respect for the beauty of nature!

By now the dog had returned to her ritualistic sniffing, tugging to lead me down the path.  Again, she came to a dead stop, completely alert and with one paw lifted.  She was looking curiously of to the right once more!  I followed her line of sight, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.  Then I heard the faint source of her captivation.  We were both hearing the haunting, yet at the same time alluring, sound of a windchime.

There was a series of houses abutting the edge of the alley behind us, but the sound was not coming from that direction.  There was another development on the far side of the railroad tracks, but the homes had to be at least fifty yards away.  With very little wind blowing, it was hard to believe that the sound could be carrying that far.  I stood behind Xena and this time carefully followed the direction in which her nose was pointed.

I was amazed that I had missed it in the first place.  Hanging some twenty feet away from us was a mobile.  It had been made of sticks from the nearby trees and was held together by weathered string.  Five pieces of the twine each held a single object.  Four of the strings wrapped around the tops of empty liquor bottles.  In the center was a small rock that served as a clapper.  It had been wrapped multiple times with the string and swung back and forth in the center of the glass vessels.  The sound it emitted, as a gentle breeze came up, was soothing and melodic.

There are a large number of homeless people who frequent this area.  Many of them will spend the night nestled amongst the warmth of thick underbrush.  On our morning walks, we have come across some of these unfortunate souls.  My guess was that a street person had put together the mobile before moving on towards whatever destiny awaited them. 

In spite of their predicament and the hardships that they were enduring; they had taken the time to create something crude yet beautiful.  With meager possessions, a thing of beauty had been constructed and shared with the world.  Somebody had overcome the harshest of life conditions just long enough to leave a legacy for perfect strangers!

If you are reading my words at this very moment, it is safe to assume that you are not homeless.  You do not spend the day foraging for food and you do not spend the night looking for a safe place to sleep.  You have not been stripped of your dignity as a human being.  Without those distractions gnawing away at you; what will your mobile look like and are you willing to share it with the world?

About Jerry V. Dollar, Author, Humorist, Observer of the Human Condition

When not trekking around the globe, Jerry Dollar can be found in Colorado Springs, CO where he lives with his wife Robbi. Besides an affinity for writing and travel; he is also an avid bodybuilder, a very prolific reader, and an enthusiastic observer of the human condition. Jerry has published two books which are available on: Lulu, Amazon, Kindle, Nook, and IBook. "Announcing a Flight Delay" is a hilarious recap of the author's experiences as a million mile flyer. "A Dollar's Worth" is a collection of observations on the human condition, which originally appeared as blog posts. Dr. Dollar has served in various senior executive management capacities over the past 25 years. He has previously worked within the healthcare, insurance, software, and several other high technology industries. Jerry is recognized for his expertise in creating the foundations for emerging organizations to succeed in complex sales environments. He is also well known for his leadership in guiding technology companies through rapid growth phases. Jerry speaks five languages and has conducted business in over 70 countries on six continents. He holds particular expertise in the Latin American and Western European geographic areas. Dr. Dollar holds a BA in International Affairs, a BA in Spanish, an MBA in Marketing, and a PhD in Organizational Development. He has authored numerous professional articles, various training courses, and has conducted seminars and conferences around the world.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to The Mobile of Life

  1. That one’s just lovely, Jerry. I can just picture the mobile and the haunting sound.

    • Ade says:

      Jerry, this is not just a good read in the morning, i am touched, especially by the last paragraph.
      ( i am thankful i”m not homeless )

  2. lili dauphin says:

    I have always been intrigued by the human conditions. It was perhaps my way of dealing with my own conditions starting when I was five. They are the main focus of my books. Thanks for a wonderful post. It’s very creative and I enjoyed reading it. Good luck in all your endeavors.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s