Take Note

Our Biological Families remind us where we come from.  Covenant Families remind us where we're going. -- Constance Burke

Of Memory and the Great Story.

It's amazing how having 4 hours of sleep contributes to the making of a beautiful, though incredibly random day.  And here I am, verily able to fall into a comfortable sleep, yet fighting it all the way. Oh well, you gotta strike while the iron's hot!

Memory.  Today, suprisingly, I was completely on top of my game.  Remembered all I needed for work--not one mess up or set back.  Just beautiful fluity.  It was grand. 

At the gym I watched saw the very end of Caddyshack, and the gopher dance brought back some lovely memories of ye olde high school days, and a certain male ballet dancer who brilliantly imitated said gopher.  I also received a punch in the gut when I turned my eyes to find someone who looked remarkably like a dear friend from Britain, yet aged to 50.  It was a jolt like none other I can ever remember.  All of the sudden I felt as if I were watching the scene from outside myself, rewinding the year that has gone by, and thinking of the person and life I lead in my adopted home. Of the life I could be leading now if I were there. Oh my. Better not let that go too far. 

Then there's seeing people you knew once upon a day, but now in a completely different context, and realizing the story has moved on and away.  It's strange when you come to the point of being very ok to shut the chapter of a book and look away... look away and not back with regret.  I never really understood it as a child--how friends can lose touch.  But I suppose that comes with maturity.  I never understood how someone could let something so precious die.  But there is a time for life and death, and when the end comes, any attempt to resusitate it merely prolongs the agony of the break.  

Break ups are not all bad.  One must cherish the good memories and see them for what they are: memories. Whether those memories are so potent they kick you in the stomache, or they are regarded as such to cause yourself to become the center of attention laughing hysterically at something a tiny bit funny, it's worth it.  But when you try to relive the memories, resusitate the life that has passed away, the old people that we once were, and the old values that we once held, the pieces never will fit. Alas.  Though we are sub-creators and can control the lives of people in Faerie land, we have not the same ability in our own.  God is God and I am not.  Thankfully. 

And so, all of these memories should be treasured and remembered.  But when people lose the will to keep those memories alive and ever maturing with each and every adventure, then its time to take the shovel and begin digging the hole.  Afterall, there is a sense of completeness at the end of a funeral. 

I'm a fighter.  But, that was yesterday.  If those of yester year attend and remain close, then happy day!  If not... it's just another closing of a chapter in the grand story of my life.  I will not make the mistakes of those who came before me.  I will not waste the beautiful opportunities that lay before me.  And I will not be passive.  I taste the freshness and opportunity that lies at my very feet and rejoice.  It is a new day, and God is good.