“still, what i want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled – to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.” (mary oliver)
we check on the world right before sleep these days. we feel like it is a citizen’s duty to know what is happening in our own country, what is happening because of our own country, to be aware of the chaos, to be somewhat versed in the goings-on, to try – without success – to understand where it’s all headed and to – somehow – grok why. it’s all nearly impossible. and it is overwhelming.
we check on the world when we wake these days. we feel like it is a citizen’s duty to know what is happening in our own country, what is happening because of our own country, to be aware of the chaos, to be somewhat versed in the goings-on, to try – without success – to understand where it’s all headed and to – somehow – grok why. it’s all nearly impossible. and it is overwhelming.
and we know that there is less and less probability of it all making sense. for this must be intended-chaos and the world is ever more difficult because of it.
we sat at the bistro table in our sunroom with a glass of wine. dusk had fallen, the happy lights were on, dogga was on the rug at our feet.
we talked about the unsteadiness of these days.
and we talked about our own steadiness. we talked about the sweet phase.
we talked about sitting on the rocks in the middle of the stream way up in the mountains on a cool, quiet afternoon.
we talked about the change in our own chase of success – what that word even now means to us.
in spite of the world outside our sitting room – even with all that in mind – we could feel a sense of amazement.
we listed little things – the happy lights, the chiminea in the corner, the muddy hike, the score of finding an eight dollar glass candlestick lamp, the celebration of homemade pizza.
we listed bigger things – things more personal, more close-in, adulting things, things of quiet but profound accomplishment.
we acknowledged that – despite the broken road meander of our lives – even in the weight of all the cruel, mind-bogglingly destructive actions of this planet – we can see the dazzle around us.
and that’s the thing. the dazzle.
we need to recognize its presence. we need to keep seeking it. we need to keep reaching for it. we need to wrap our freaking arms around it – for dear life.
“i don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” (mary oliver)
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