Today was an interesting day. First off there was this large yellow orb in the sky that was blanketing the emerald city with sun and warmth. Maybe not enough warmth, but warmer than it has been in a while. I quite enjoyed my walk to work, and even sat in the sun and read for a while before starting my shift at the bookstore.
The karmic question come into play this afternoon. A woman came in to sell used books today, and right on top of her stack was the new hardcover biography of the artist Chuck Close. I've always been a fan of his work, but never quite rich enough to buy a nice book of his work. I asked, "Oh, your trading in that nice Chuck Close book?" She then offered it to me. I of course said, "No, no." But she insisted that I couldn't say no, because she already gave it to me. I was stunned. Then to top it off: she never came back to settle up for the books that she did sell to the store. I thought back to last week, when I helped a woman working for the Seattle public utilities close off a water valve before I went to work. Today I helped a handicapped man make his way into the bagel shop. Was my Chuck Close gift due to me practicing a few random acts of kindness?
The fact is that I put no thought into helping the people who need it. It just seems like common sense to me. Somehow I'm able to empathize with their predicament and reach out to help. What I don't understand is that segment of the public that casts a cold, dispassionate eye to those in need. The Chuck Close book was a pleasant surprise, but I will not help others with the notion that there might be an expensive art book in my future for helping.
Well, I'm still at work. I'm doing the last hour and a half solo, because one of my co-workers is doing her big rock star tour for the next six weeks. I don't mind closing by myself, because it's usually quite mellow here for the last hour, and I get to play my music. So far it's been The Grateful Dead, followed by George Duke. Eclectic I am.