This week in humanity it looks like we were really going for checking all the boxes. It looks like the whole of mankind was really looking to medal in every category simultaneously and prove the wholeness of this one precious life within a seven day window.
Maybe the void left by a Winter Olympics I didn’t watch craved that stadium energy, that downhill whoosh, that turtles in a half shell halfpipe soul deep crushing crashing colliding creation coinciding with heart beat and inhale, pressure and anaerobic breath holding sprint to the finish line tears and snot lines frozen on cheek bones devil may care caring like only the the bravest soldiers can.
She cried, she slept not at all, she sent flowers, she sat frozen, she took a moment to stroke her own shoulders quietly whispering, “good job, Hopie” so as not to bother anyone with the task. She bought a ticket for Paris, she asked for help, she went to therapy, she did her makeup, she fell down and got up, fell down and got up and looked to see the world was doing likewise.
Fall down and get up, fall down and get it, fall down and get it, Kyrie eleison, Criste eleison, kyrie eleison.
This week in humanity there were babies born, parents died, children getting off the bus with a construction paper special cut and glued and addressed to you like it was the dang Mona Lisa crafted before snack time. This week in humanity things exploded both visibly and invisibly and things perished both visibly and invisibly and movement got moving perhaps in ways we never could have imagined and perhaps are moving now to bring to fruition newness like only movement can get us through this and that’s humanity this week.
For my part, I hold lightly and loosely, I give thanks and ask God to use me and reflect on reflecting redemption in whose name I have life and light as I watch cruise missiles cruising toward targets and bullseyes and man’s hunger for power and this week in humanity the now feels much nower than it does on most weekends and I think that’s due to this present darkness so dark that I stumble and falter but don’t vanish, I press on in the race that I’m destined to finish .