The Grade One lunch break was extra special for Harry and Harriet because they liked to inspect each other’s lunch pail and trade food items–or not. A glance was usually enough to tell. To be considered a fair deal, the swap had to be mutually beneficial. Harriet’s parents often packed her a bun with turkey and cheese, which was Harry’s favourite; and Harry’s parents often packed him a clementine, which was Harriet’s favourite. Most of their trades involved base metal commodities such as cheese wedges, fruit and nut bars, and carrot or celery sticks; but a small bag of chips or a piece of chocolate was as good as gold on the lunch market. On this particular day, they were dining at a small plastic picnic table in the corner of the cafeteria.
“Do you want to try a different type of trade today?” asked Harriet.
“May…be,” said Harry, with a tentative roll of his eyes. “What kind of trade?”
“Instead of trading fruit or sandwiches, today let’s trade our Being.”
“But my parent’s didn’t pack me any beans!” exclaimed Harry.
“Uh, uh,” said Harriet, with a smile. “I said Being.”
“What’s our Being?” asked Harry.
“It’s what we really are,” said Harriet, expressing intuitive wisdom. It’s beyond who we think we are, and beyond how we appear.”
“Okay,” said Harry, with a shrug of his shoulders, “but how do we do it?”
“Here’s my plan,” said Harriet. “We sit facing each other; then we hold out a hand, almost touching the other’s. We close our eyes and go deep inside; and when we feel ready, I send my Being to you, and you send your Being to me.” We touch hands to signal when we’re done, and then we open our eyes.”
A few minutes later, the magical trade was done. When their palms touched, Harry and Harriet opened their eyes and looked at each other with wide-eyed curiosity. “Do you feel any different?” asked Harriet.
“Nope,” said Harry, exploratively patting his chest, “I feel the same.”
A bright smile lighted Harriet’s face. “It’s just like I thought!” she exclaimed. “At our Being we’re One!”
“Does this mean that now I’m going to be as great at soccer as you are, and you’re going to be as good a speller as I am?” asked Harry.
“Uh, uh,” said Harriet, with a toss of her hair, “that’s only surface stuff anyway.”
Dear Readers: What the innocent children in this account didn’t realize at the time of the trade is that Harriet’s body-mind is white, and that Harry’s body-mind is dark. They had to be taught the difference. Perhaps we can learn from their example; and more importantly, express their unconditional love.
Dare to dream (and care for one another).
With heartfelt regards,
Copyright © – 2023 – R. Arthur Russell
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2 thoughts on “Trading Beans”
How touching, Art. (Pun intended). Thank you for a lovely post and an even better message.
I’m smiling–thank you, Julia. You’re welcome about the post, and thank YOU for your kind comment! 🙂
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