Child-like wonder

Tonight on the metro, I was drifting off. Sleepy. Preoccupied. Listening to my husband and caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Supper. Sore throat. Allergies. What’s that smell? Supper. Work. I like that song. This sweater is hot. I should have drank more water today. Summer’s almost here. It will be +38degrees next week. What? We need sweet potatoes. I really do want to see ‘Bridesmaids’. I’m looking forward to seeing Anyen Rinpoche this weekend. I wonder what I’ll eat this weekend. I wonder what Anyen Rinpoche will eat this weekend. Blah Blah.

and on and on.

Suddenly like a shock into my head, I felt it. Was it a popped vein in my head? A jolt of electricity took hold from a 2 inch spot on the crown of my head. It was like 3 giant insects were laying vibrating eggs into my skull. My husband noticed my face change to that of a woman on the verge of freaking the heck out. I snapped my head back and saw that it was the tiny, sharp fingernails of a fellow passenger who seemed to think that I warranted a scalp massage. I had the most deadpan expression for a toddler on his face. Years beyond his age. Like he would open his mouth and start to spew out stock results. Nonplussed. No emotion.

His dad apologized when he realized that his son was so inquisitive with my head, perhaps thinking it was a furry teddy bear’s coat, the husk of a coconut, or some kind of brown trim on the seat behind him. I laughed hysterically at the innocent nature of such a curious little guy and how my first thought was that I was having a premature ejection of consciousness from my head.

Oh how that snapped me into the present moment. All those rambling thoughts went away and all I could do was savour a good belly laugh and appreciate how a tiny little kidlet investigating his world with presence was such a contrast to everything that I was allowing to pass by in being caught up with my metro monkey mind.