This one’s about me, an epiphany I had while walking in Central Park.
An epiphany is a moment of sudden revelation, a divine announcement stopping you dead in your tracks. A smack to the forehead, a, could’a had a V8, how did I miss that, as if the sky opened and God popped out and waved.
I worry a lot, common terrain for someone who exists pretty much alone. It seems to have become a hobby, like collecting stamps or old quilts.
But on this crisp day, as I strolled east to west in the predawn light, counting those concerns like sheep, I found myself escorted by 3 squirrels as if they were tour guides working for the Parks Department.
Like most native New Yorkers, they aren’t afraid of their brethren, regardless of one’s packaging. They sidled up as if to say, nice morning, right? Ya don’t happen to have a nut on ya, now do ya?
I watched them play tag, stopping short, tumbling like rodeo clowns.
The startling insight that shined like a search light was their lack of concern over anything but where they found themselves, which was tooling alongside me.
They weren’t wasting time worrying, gee, do ya think we’ll have enough nuts for the week? Oh God, what if it pours and there are no tourists to feed us? Do ya think we should get facelifts?
They knew they had enough for right now, staying in the moment, one day at a time like members of a 12 Step group.
Stay where your feet are, came to mind, and enjoy the day, since it’s really all you have.
I looked over at The Chrysler Building all lit up in the distance standing since 1930, reminding me there are some things you can actually still count on, like your feet, and the squirrels in Central Park who after making you laugh at yourself, will happily see you home…. even if you’re the only nut to be had.