Stumbling to a friend’s bathroom last month before dawn, I stopped—read the sticker across his iPad; “Warning: We’re All One.” I used to complain late nineties NYC, that our generation had nothing to stand for, that nothing happened…
Now, I teach class post school shootings and hate gatherings. Some days, I have no words… So, thank God for music and the magic of creating a playlist to move, and feel, and release to. Thank God for rest and silence, where I can breathe again, sit with people in union—call it love.
It sucks, I know. The practice is rough these days, and that warning haunts me…
The cathedral bells have been stirring me. Early morning and hot, summer nights I hear their tolls arriving by breeze… Funny, how romantic a town can be. Just when you dismiss it, my desert relationship takes a magical turn I never knew existed.
Even routine walking down my street from the church today, birds flocked over the plaza as a sign. Or maybe just, good morning—like, hey there—human walking down the street, I’m living fully—you?
Because the love affair is with life… If summer teaches you anything, take your clothes off, and go dipping. There’s a hummingbird at the feeder, and the most amazing sunset, and a picnic, with jazz on the lawn…
I recently got lost on the Back Road in Madrid, New Mexico. Near midnight and pitch black, I sort of knew the way… But wished I’d took down my friend’s landline when he offered it, because now the only option was to stop, and breathe, and wait—for some sort of a feeling or sign, to try a new direction.
Walking the pup I was sitting for next morning past the very point I was disoriented the night before, made me laugh out loud. There was a tree that forks the road, and a simple veer to the right, not left, connected me home.
Such is life, huh? The panic of losing our center can be replaced by a pause, and slight step to the side to find your way, again. Maybe we should get lost more. Just to remind us—we’re never really far from home.