Posted: Aug 23, 08 9:29am
We awake each day to whatever waits, greeting it with the passions through which we give our time. They are themselves invisible. Some, more obvious than others, are hammers that hit us blindly in the night or perhaps are chisels chipping our callous ice of misperception. Others, ignored in urgent moments, are soft breezes and diaphanous fragrances of fulfillment that waft by briefly and subtly. In either case, as obvious as they are, we may miss them. But, should we suspend our haste, we see and feel evidence of their having visited and moved within us. Indeed, if we do not take a cleansing breath or an insightful reflection in the midst of noise and distraction, they may slip by undetected in their central role as we go about our daily routines. In a kind of spontaneous recipe, we unknowingly gather them together into our life’s stew: excitement, disappointment, joy, pain, exhilaration, sorrow, deceit, success, affection, anger, forbearance and more. Their flavors combine as our experience, the broth, meat, vegetables and spices of our lives. In our fullness, we preserve them in the cisterns and pantries of memory and reminiscence that during our thirst and hunger we may draw them out. Then, when appetites surge, we and those with whom we share, consume them hoping to sate needs we cannot name.
From the central cornucopia of our being we serve. In return, our rewards come and our horn of plenty is renewed. It is said, as we give we may receive. What are given and received? Time and Passion for Love and Experience. In the end, only these do we truly acquire, or leave behind, for having been here. Our expense is the passion with which we fill and devote our time. From the heart, we release our irretrievable, precious, finite, fluid moments in return for infinite love and fleeting experience. All else is fluff, clutter and dust.
It’s an exchange more than fair.
