Day 81: Celebrate Nature :Lure a fly on to this page and swat it here.
I can’t find anything celebratory about killing a fly. And I think this is actually the second time in this book they have asked you to kill an insect. Hrrmph.
In an effort to “celebrate nature” today I did snap a quick picture out my office door. But a picture can’t capture the sound of the thunderstorm that is rolling through Chapel Hill right now, or the way the thunder claps combine with Simon & Garfunkel’s 59th Street Bridge Song to make for a beautiful morning.
I put a fair amount of effort in to enjoying an average rainy day. Rainy days are not my favorite. I am a sunshine fan, but without the rainy days you can’t appreciate the days with the sun on your face quite the same way.
But a thunderstorm? I have no trouble enjoying a thunderstorm. The way the air is warmer and cooler all at once. Early to mid 1980s – Sitting in the trunk of our car, the seats folded down, the scent of sleeping bags and popcorn combine with the smell of the rain. My parents would pull the car up to the very edge of our garage, our steep driveway allowing it to feel like we would fall off the edge of the universe if we jumped from the car’s warm, dry trunk in to the rain.
I learned to appreciate a thunderstorm on those summer evenings. More often than not by the time we got our sleeping bags arranged just so, our stuffed animals lined up, our pillows fluffed up, our popcorn popped… the storm would be nearly passing. But we enjoyed the process, the process of getting ready to enjoy the storm that pulled us in from the back yard, or off of our bicycles early that evening. Similarly, anyone with small children knows that if the lights go out, simply bring in wood for the fireplace, gather around the hearth and get ready to roast marshmallows with a favorite book. Your power will come back on as soon as you get settled. I think I learned a lot about embracing the unexpected, finding the joy in the small moments, from those evenings sitting in the trunk of that shitty station wagon.
Like so much of my adult life… it’s balance. I’ll take a rainy day. Because the sunshine is always right around the corner.
You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.