It ended up being a day of celebration and surprises.
Working hard through the morning, I concentrated on things that I do not like to do, naturally very behind of getting this particular job done. Why is it that way? I'm a very proactive person who gets things done quickly until ... there is the one thing that I don't want to do. So I don't ... until it becomes inevitable.
But we got it done and just as we did, the phone rang and an invitation came to share a celebration. Dropping everything I took off.
Why is it so hard to stop whatever we're doing to share in the joys and pains of others we love? These are our invitations to be God-like ... to do holy things ... to participate in life's most important sacraments. We let other things get in the way. Often we postpone celebrations we are invited to until ... they never happen.
Lately, I've spent a lot of time considering things. This isn't the best economy to start a new company, new work, and whole new life end but ... well ... I've never done things easily.
Though I've learned a lot over the past few years. Life and love are gifts and you never know how long they may last so you sure as hell better make the most of them while you have them. I'm not a Puritan or a Fundamentalist and believe that God created life and love to be celebrated and enjoyed. It is absolutely amazing how we've fucked up those intentions.
"Any why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grown; how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin."
We worry too much about everything that we have to do. Where the next paycheck is coming from ... seeing the doctor without health insurance ... how the hell we can possibly afford to give the kids what they're asking for ... how the hell we can afford to give the mechanic what it costs to actually make the care work right ...
And those who can afford it ... worry about other things. They've lost 40% of their worth and how in the hell can they maintain their lifestyle? It's all relative.
So I work hard but I also have learned that the celebrations of life's milestone are far more significant than whether the report gets done today or tomorrow. Manyana!
So ... I'd finished the first big homework assignment and had all intentions of moving on to the next one when the invitation came from someone I love to celebrate. So I danced out of the house and went.
And we celebrated.
Then last night on the sad little holy dock, we embraced the stillness of the night. God had painted a magnificent sky ... black canvas with with white stars like Georges Seurat's "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" ... individual dots formed constellations ... and mythical figures mixed with stillness of a dead Tide and the smell of marsh and salt air which is the aroma of sex in the tropics ...
Then Goddess snorted ...
So we went home to continue the celebration.
Now, I wait on the rising sun of a new day. The dawn of new life. The passing of the old for the embracing of the new.
Here comes the sun.
It's all alright.
