9.8.11 Staying Connected Creatively

A client told me a story today about Goodie. And it’s a story about all of us.

Goodie lived in a small town in upstate New York. Although he’d seen hard times in his younger years, by his forties he had cleaned up his act, gotten a grip on his life, and worked with good cheer at a local restaurant. People in town seemed to love this local fixture who rode his bicycle to work each day along the beatific country roads.

Last night police found his body on my client’s street. He had been riding his bicycle, possibly going home. No one is sure yet whether it was a hit-and-run or other foul play.

I often think of the Goodies in the world, the men and women who struggle, best they can, to lift up out of harsh circumstances, bad choices, trapped habits. Few of them ultimately can do so all alone. They, we, need community, however tangible or virtual, small or big, local or global. We need to stay connected.

Call your sister.
Walk over to your neighbor’s house.
Invite a friend for dinner.
Smile at the orange-vested woman who holds up the “Slow Down” sign all day.
Rub a tree’s bark back.
Thank the sky for sun and water.
Write a note to your loved one.
Over-tip the cheerful guy at the restaurant who’s trying to keep it together.

Our time is short.

What about you? How did you stay connected today? What were your day’s three highlights? Share them below and let us know where you’re writing from.

See you in the woods,
The Three Highlights Guy


5 responses to “9.8.11 Staying Connected Creatively

  1. Well, at one time, we had our own Goodie here in Cowtown. He, too, rode a bike everywhere and when it was stolen, we heard his cry from the library and a bunch of us pitched in and bought him a new one. He never really said, “thank you” (unimportant) but the smile was back. Sometimes, he would stand out by our office and belt out a song in a most beautiful voice. Starbucks game him free coffee and he would stick a cigarette in his ear and ride off to wherever. But, one day, we didn’t see him anymore and everyone checked obits, etc. We missed him, but all hoped he had not come to harm and is happy on his bike trail.

    Will go to line dancing tonight and be connected to the stars.

  2. Looking at my reflection in a window and liking who I see, realizing that my new happy is a daily feeling, not just a fleeting emotion.
    Realizing the blessing of many many friends, good friends who care.
    Connecting with customers on a personal level, daily. Texas

  3. Mine:
    * Connecting with my clients and realizing again how grateful I am to have the kind of work I do
    * Listening to the pond water fall down our small dam and become a stream – the sound of perennial transformation
    * Hearing the voices and imagining the worlds of Yoga as Muse facilitators throughout North America via a tele-conference – such lovely spirits
    – from Accord, NY (Hudson Valley)