It’s happened again. We cycled through all twelve months and all of those days, four seasons if my math holds up, the waxing and waning and fullness of many moons to get us here, again, like last year, again, like next year again, only this time it’s here and not then and not some time to come. The now of this moment as practiced for all those previous moments as prepared for us to usher in all those moments to come landing smack where we left it last time only present and we’re a bit different, that’s not a bad thing and neither are we.
I heard someone say the mark of wisdom and maturity are that the lights slowly come on in a room full of baggage and skeleton bones and mud we take with us places and keep people from seeing but as age works its magic we stop killing the lights. As time goes on maybe we stop wasting time on what it looks like, start hauling out garbage and calling it like it is. I like that bright image I like the notion of courage and bravery and looking into a mirror darkly and being loved just the same.
So what can we offer that we didn’t try last time? What can we say that hasn’t already been said? Well, perhaps a shift in perspective and holding hands with our neighbor lets us lean into living and doing as man always has. You know what I mean like being? Like cycling through datebooks and standing and falling just like our forefathers did? Like repetition is a good thing and each time around we see clearer that this time and last time and the time still to come are all meant for our breathing, our growing our being right alongside all those other human doings the same. And that’s not a bad thing, that’s a thing to remember when the stakes feel too high and the fall seems too far to survive. You’re not alone in this this trying, this cycling, this end-slash-beginning.- you’re in line at the grocery behind some uncertain Picasso buying rotisserie chicken and dreaming of Spain.
That’s a thing to remember when the days and the seasons put you somewhere far off from the other heart beats and lungs. That’s a thing to remember when you want more to your living and you risk out loud speaking as the red wine is poured. I relate to the light switch and the revealing of weakness, I relate to the undercover Picassos and Spain. And wanting to fly higher and choosing a last day in December to declare to the angels what I want come what may. And I relate to hearts breaking and hope you know healing’s out there and peace and freedom are your birthright your grandparents wanted for you back when they held you and the future was massive, it’s still massive, you’re still out there, time is calling your name.