SLOTH AND LETTUCE - MODERN CRUISING
Micheal Levy takes to the waters
I have often found
that the funniest experiences come to us in life by just observing our
fellow humans and being aware of our surroundings. Recently I was sat
on the open decks outside the buffet cafe on board a cruise ship. I
watched as folks made their way from the swimming pool area and into
the cafe at the rear of the ship. It was a pathway with tables on one
side and a wall on the other so the path was not to wide and about sixty
All types, shapes and sizes walked down the pathway to the food court.
One lady waggled down and looked like a giant Super Nova waiting to
explode. Four hundred pounds of sheer appetite just eager to gobble
up the next few platefuls of food. I read her thoughts as she passed
appetite is my Shepherd I shall not want,
Lead me into the path of temptation,
My belly flopeth over my knees,
Yay though I walk through the valley of enticement I will not
My taste buds are my rod, meat and cream cakes comforts me,
I dig my grave with my teeth, yet I shall fear no weight gain,
Afterwards I will snooze all afternoon and be ready for the onslaught
of dinner and midnight buffets with a few snacks in between.
was followed by one of the dancers on board who was rushing to eat her
yogurt and three Lettuce leaves before her next rehearsal. Isn't it
amazing how the image of a human body can change shape so dramatically
in a few seconds. We are what we think and take shape with what we eat.
If we can control our thoughts, we can control our shape. No fad diet
can work for long.
There are no quick fixes. There is no substituting universal truths
for ego's truths.
Next came a couple of guys smoking cigars talking about the stock market
as they passed by. They were most upset that they were asked to put
out their cigars before they entered the cafe. They insulted the head
waiter and went back to the pool area where they were serving hot dogs,
hamburgers and french fries. Maybe we should bring smoking back into
cafes, for is it not unfair that folks can't smoke in restaurants and
inflict their poison on others?
I sat there for quite a while watching all the different people amble
by and they all had one thing in common. Non were smiling, they all
had very serious looks on their faces. The only happy smiling faces
I could see was those of the staff. The busboys and girls were very
busy clearing the tables and they were the happiest. Joking and trying
to make the passengers feel happy. Most folks were locked in thoughts
of passed memories and the fact they were on a beautiful sailing resort
did not mean anything. They could have been back at work, or in a snow
storm. Locked in a dungeon of doom and gloom. The looks on the faces
were grim and miserable. My oh my, why do people continue to live with
negative minds? Could it be we become addicted to worry? An addiction
is something we hate but can't get enough of.
There is a way through the maze of ignorance and into the light but
most folks will not take that enchanting journey. Many call it mumbo
jumbo and continue to live in a tormented mind. Amazing what a curse
and bully the ego can be. Once we plant seeds of worry in our minds,
we will grow weeds of depression. The only way to rid our mind of destructive
thoughts is to detach them from our brain. Dig them out. If we take
pills or any other short-term measures to rid them, we are only cutting
the stems off. The root cause of worry is still there. We need to spray
our minds with Universal love & Joy and the weeds of disquiet will
dissolve away and be replaced with a beautiful bouquet of flowering
delights. These taste and feel real good and do not put on weight.
Just as I was about to leave, a very feeble old man came struggling
down the thoroughfare, walking with a cane. He looked like a very old
version of Mr. Grace from Are you being Served
( an old British sit com). He look as though he was one hundred and
twenty years old. I found out later he was only' ninety-one. His mouth
was wide open all the time. He reminded me of the bodies they dug up
in Pompeii. He was very frail and every step seemed like his last. When
he finally made it to the doors of the cafe he poked his head inside
and a look of bewilderment came over him. He turned round and started
to walk back towards the swimming pool. After a couple minutes he made
the sixty foot walk back. Another look of amazement came over him. He
stood there for a few moments gazing around contemplating his surroundings.
He then turned round and started to make his way back to the cafe.
By this time everyone was looking at him.
He leisurely made his way mouth wide open, legs bowed, as thin as two
sticks. Once he got to the cafe the doors opened again and again there
was a look of wonderment on his face. He turned round and started to
make his way back. As he passed my table I was just about to ask if
I could help him, when one of the waitresses came up to him and inquired
can I help you sir?
He stopped looked up at her and asked; "Which way is it to the
Yes, I know it may not seem real but it really did happen.
© Michael Levy 2001