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How cool is it that I got an extra day between me and 50. But, the most precious gift I received on February 29th was the entry for that date in Mark Nepo's book:
The quote at the top of the page:
"Who's to say
the effort to be real
isn't the beginning of wings?"
And, then the entry begins with:
"Who's to say that the budding of wings from the ribs of small birds doesn't begin with the impulse within them to live?" The entire entry is gorgeous. But, I don't take it lightly that it was only a few hours after I read this entry that I heard a loud bang on the big picture window in the kitchen. I knew what it was immediately. It was a bird. I prayed and prayed and prayed as I hesitatingly made my way out to the garden. There he lay, in all his gorgeousness: dark black, white white, a gorgeous bit of gray and one brilliantly gorgeous orange tail. He was truly exquisite. He looked so soft and just so perfect. Somehow it was so hard to see. I immediately buried him, right near way he lay under a beautiful bush, just under my kitchen window, praying that his soul would guard against other birds crashing into the window. He is the guardian angel of birds now.
Between reading Nepo's entry and burying the sweet fallen one, I had to go into town to mail something and witnessed the sad tearing down of an equally exquisite specimen of nature...a lovely pepper tree. Apparently it was dead inside and could fall at any time so they needed to take it down before it hurt someone.
God's plan I suppose. Death. Life. Aging. Our time with each other is precious.
Every morning when I meditate and read Nepo's entry for the day I usually stop for a few minutes to listen to the birds who seem to herald the meditation with their song just outside my living room. Now, when I listen, I realize we have no idea how long we will sing, how long we will be sung to, or how long we will stand tall.
The February 29th entry ends with "In truth, every effort that is allowed its full beat within will ripple as a birth of some kind in the world."
That is reassurance I can accept. allowing as many moments as I possibly can to have their full beat, so as to be a birth of some kind.
Thank you, Oprah for turning me onto Mark Nepo.
Everyone: Buy this book. I promise you will be grateful:
http://www.amazon.com/Book-Awakening-Having-Being-Present/dp/product-description/1573245380
I went to help a friend yesterday. She has had a tragic turn of events. Her previously athletic, supremely-able-bodied 19 year old son, was in a terrible motorcycle accident in November. Now temporarily --we are all asserting and knowing -- disabled, her son will be making his way from rehab back home, paralyzed from the waist down.
After 3 months of my friend and her husband being at the hospital nearly 24/7, their home is in some disarray. So, neatening and rearranging are in order. Wheelchair access must be calculated, new apparatuses the likes of which they've never touched, let alone had in their home must be brought in.
So, a few people came to help my friend yesterday. I arrived and three volunteers had already been there for a while. The task at hand: clear out the garage to make room for big brother to actually live, since the bedroom the two brothers previously shared will house only the one adjustable bed, wheelchair, etc.
It was a daunting task, since many things over the course of three months can easily find themselves shoved quickly into the garage to be dealt with later. Eventually, you have what we discovered, a slightly knotted mess of things to be untangled, reorganized and cleared out and about.
My friend wanted to do it right, of course, going through all the boxes, shedding pieces of the past, but that wasn't what was needed, nor was there anywhere near enough time to do that pristine a garage clearing. When I arrived the three volunteers were so sweetly trying to organize and clean around the indecision and stops and starts.
I wondered why no one was putting their foot down. Why wasn't anyone saying "No, we can't look at every item in every box and decide if we are keeping it or giving it away!" Well, that's a hard thing, especially if you've just met the person whose stuff you are organizing.
That's right, two of the three people in the garage when I arrived had recently met my friend and one had just met her less than an hour before my arrival. Even though not much was getting organized before I arrived, things were getting cleaned. These sweet strangers were already covered with dust, already had sleeves rolled up, and energy intact for the long haul.
The volunteer who just met my friend told me today she is inspired to organize a fundraiser. Her husband, an accomplished well-known musician -- one of the three kind hearted volunteers --- will play guitar at the fundraiser. Overflowing kindness.
I recently read in Mark Nepo's book (previously featured on this blog) that it is our natural state to be kind. It is certainly this couple's pure and natural state.
When we aren't naturally kind there's just a bit of gunk on the gears that are keeping the Engine of Kindness running smoothly, that don't allow the doors to the heart to open with grace and ease.
I am blown away and inspired by these two. May we all keep running into these examples of The Kindness of Strangers. May we all keep working on cleaning the gears, putting gas in the engine, and keeping the Kindness Machine going.
