Soaking
I went to a 50th birthday party last night.
This may not seem to be of note; which can be said of so much of life.
It was a party to celebrate the precious gift of life where moments and days are to be appreciated, not years. Our host has cancer and the ensuing hyper-focus on living before an anticipated end. There’s a terrible beauty in that. I go day after day, often in tedium, in the ambiguity of a distant and abstract end. I feel inspired by her pursuit of joy and merriment. I’d like to practice soaking in the moments of life more-even the dull and monotonous. Perhaps they wouldn’t be so if I walked into them realizing that they are of but a precious few. It seems daunting-trying to imbue meaning into the normalcy of my days. Maybe it’s about the striving to do so that’s important. I suspect this probably goes into a longstanding theme for me-the effort to be “present” in the moments that fill up my life. Seems silly easy when I write it down. But I’m also realizing I live my life on two levels-one that intellectually gets things and another that emotionally processes things. I hope they meet someday:-)