They J-walk right in front of you.
They playing right in the middle of the street when you want to drive by.
They walk toward you on your side of the street wearing all black clothes at night.
These people of my community seem so unconcerned.
Sometimes it’s frustrating, but there are parts of it I’m learning to appreciate.
White faces in our corner still stand out to me because they are rare. The ones I do see are mostly young college students or an occassional businessman or excentric older guy.
Rounding a corner the other day around 5:00 I noticed an SUV with the stereotypical white soccer mom driver. She leaned forward in her frustration at the slow traffic. Her brow furrowed; her mouth was tightly pinched in a frown. I could feel the tension–the stress of needing to be somewhere in five minutes and knowing there’s no way to make it in time. I could about hear the tone of voice when her children asked one more question. I’ve been her. I’ve seen women like her before–often; but they live in their own community, not ours. Seeing her that day in this place helped me see this community through new eyes.
They don’t blare their horn when I accidentally pull out in front of them.
They don’t tailgate.
They build relationships hanging out with each other every day.
I’ve spent most of my life living in a place of Lots!to!do! and places!to!be! (hopefully, with a little more grace than the stressed out driver of the SUV). Now I’m living among people who value the absence of hurry and really do live in the present. I hope I’m learning from them, too.