Sunday Best – February 23, 2020

One reason winter can seem so long is that its shorter days appear to contain less time for play. When we’re outside in the summer, we naturally have more chances to skip stones on a pond, to ride a bike without tracking the rpm’s, to stroll along marveling at the sunset.

Last week I had some time with my two favorite small people, and it was a great reminder that we can play anywhere, anytime. Walking down a sidewalk? We can test how long we can gallop like a horse. Bored with just a scrap of paper around? We can see how many words can be spelled with just 6 letters. Loafing on the sofa? We can tell stories from our own family lore, embellishing as we go.

This goofy together-time reminded me that time spent not-working is not the same as play. In fact, my own calendar is very poorly categorized: a new puzzle to analyze at the office is way more fun for me than time on a soulless treadmill at the gym. The neat Econ 101 divisions of “work” and “leisure” don’t match up.

Dear ones, this coming week, as we settle in for Monday’s meetings and Thursday’s spreadsheets, let’s be sure our work includes some play. And as we clock miles on the treadmill and hours driving to the ski slopes, let’s be sure our leisure includes some real fun.

Sunday Best – February 16, 2020

I’ve been on an awful lot of plane rides lately, and this time of year travel is especially interesting, since I’m often coming and going between completely different climates. Departure is snowy and arrival is steamy, or departure is sunny and arrival is overcast.

All this change can be disorienting, and so I’ve been trying to pay attention to cloud break, the moment when the plane pokes above the cloud cover. I will never forget the first time I flew up in a rainstorm, when the sun blazed through and shocked me,  the moment we rose high enough.

Storm down below? It’s sunny up there.

Ten below zero on the ground? It’s sunny up there.

Gloomy and gray as far as the eye can see? It’s still sunny up there.

This omnipresent energy, this source of radiance and light, this supporter of photosynthesis and vitamin D, is just beaming down on us, without pause, beyond the clouds and rain and snow.

Dear ones, if we are very lucky, we have a few people in our lives with this same power, shining forth to light our days. And when the darkest days arrive, our own solar system is here to remind us that beyond the clouds, no matter how ominous they may be, the sun is still shining.

We just have to gain enough altitude to see it.

Sunday Best – February 9, 2020

 

On earnestness.

I recently vowed to be even more earnest, as a sort of counterweight to the meanness and cynicism that can seem like our collective default mode. In doing so, I was aware that the cost would be that I’d sometimes feel foolish, trusting others who are not similarly earnest, and once in a while being taken advantage of by the meanies.

What I was less prepared for was the more tender vulnerability that comes along with earnestness. When we are sincere, and motivated – not blindly so, tra-la-la, but as a conscious intention – our armor is off.  We can run faster, see more clearly, breathe more freely. It is a tremendous and magnificent accelerator.

But when we are not armored-up, we are also more easily bruised. One mean spirited question, one unkind judgment, one misplaced assumption, and the earnest ones are dented a little. It is hard not to respond to meanness with meanness, to judgment with more judgment.

Dear ones, there is so much we care about, and the more we care the harder it is to show it to the world. We want to protect our caring, to wrap it up so that it stays safe.

But when our love is safe, it’s also invisible.

Honeybees, whatever we love, let’s show it just a little more earnestly.

The arrows will come, but we can take it.

Love is tough that way.

Sunday Best – February 2, 2020

WASTE NOT, WANT NOT.

At some point during a long day of speeches, a passing phrase will usually catch my ear. This week it was at a sustainability gathering for a big waste management company, where about halfway through the morning someone asked, “Why do we call it waste?”

This is a pretty cool question, since my biomimicry studies reminded me that in natural systems, there’s no such thing as waste. Leaves become compost; poop becomes fertilizer; seeds become sprouts. At long last, with movements like the circular economy inspired by visionaries like Ray Anderson, we are re-examining this question for human endeavors, thinking more about loops than lines.

Dear ones, what are we throwing away in our own lives? Maybe it’s something as tangible as plastic bags or potato peels. Maybe it’s the chance to deepen our own relationships, with endless discussions of logistics and no time for feelings. Maybe it’s our own time, thrown away on comparison shopping and binge watching sitcoms from the ‘90’s instead of thinking or resting or exploring. (Okay, maybe that last part is just me.)

Instead of sighing over the trash, let’s recognizing the resource.

Whether stuff or chances or time, it’s all precious, and all looped together.

There is no such thing as waste.

 

Sunday Best – January 26, 2020

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they shall fail; where there be tongues, they shall cease; where there is knowledge, it shall fall away…. And now abide faith, hope, and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

         – 1 Corinthians 13

 

I recently experienced the best possible form of shopping – a poetry bazaar! Hosted my the wise and generous Elizabeth Lesser, our group wandered around a big room full of poems and quotes, gathering up precious scraps of wisdom and inspiration.

The quote that leapt up into my hand was surprising, because it was so familiar. This verse from Corinthians is one I know by heart, but this time, a different phrase caught my ear: “Where there is knowledge, it shall fall away.” Of course, the idea that there comes a time when knowledge is useless is deeply disturbing for someone who takes such comfort in the knowable and analyze-able.

Dear ones, whatever challenges we face this week, let’s use our minds and brains and knowledge to tackle what we can — and let’s also seek out the wisdom beyond knowledge, the wisdom that can be invisible because it is most familiar. The people we’ve known for years, the streets we walk every day, the trees that have stretched overhead for decades, the books and songs from our childhoods… let’s look to them with fresh eyes. Let’s soak up all they have to offer, the love that has been here all along.

 

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