Mama Madhya - Time For Pause

With stealth, she follows closely behind me, in my moving wake, like a shadow - just out of sight. Barely perceptible, she tracks my every movement, absorbing my every thought, consuming my very essence as I slowly wind my way through life. The bag she carries has grown enormous, the hole in its bottom only big enough for a small trickle of detritus to escape as she patiently, loyally, and purposefully follows my movements. I am aware of her, quietly sitting with me. I want to acknowledge her, give her time, attention, and love, but I am too busy, I must be somewhere, do something, give more, be more, have more. There are too many people needing my attention, too many tasks, too many responsibilities, too much noise.  Yet, I feel her diligently waiting for the right moment - the moment where she says, "No more." The moment where she trips me up, makes me stumble and fall, nudging me to say, "If you don't stop and listen, I will give You this bag to carry, and you won...