Not in the traditional sense of cold, though that happened too. No, this second month of my DecaTrek left me with a continuation of the January disturbances. Bad news on the phone, followed by good news, then bad again.
How we move out of bed in the morning when we know the end awaits each and every one us remains an amazing mystery to me. Certainly we don’t think about the reality frequently. Even with all the movements to “be present” and “to be mindful” in the moment, I find it difficult to believe even the greatest mindful mortal could maintain a constant awareness of the finality we all face without going completely mad.
In the movie based on the play of the same name “Our Town” one of the main characters – Emily- dies in childbirth. In death, she decides to go back to the day of her twelfth birthday, and after experiencing it over again, turns away and cries;
I can’t! I can’t go on! It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another. I didn’t realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed! Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it –every, every minute?
The stage manager in the play replies that perhaps;
Saints or Poets realize it some, maybe.
Fatalities that touch the circle of our existence remind us of our own mortality, and how uncontrollable and unpredictable life is. Our biggest challenge is to take that recognition and use it not only to appreciate those around us – exactly as they are – while we can, before it’s too late. But also, to empower us out of bed in the morning to pursue the wonders of humanity we all can and do share.