We have funeral processions every once in awhile downtown near where I work. The thing that strikes me most about them is the sense of nobleness that is projected. I don't know if it is the truth about these men and women who die in the line of duty because I don't know the details of their deaths...but every time one occurs it reminds me to reflect on transitions and on both the value and the lack of value we put on life. To look past the traffic to the person who's being mourned and celebrated.
Why do we wait until someone dies to celebrate their life? Or do we wait? Maybe that's what birthdays and weddings and anniversaries and bon voyages are for.
How do we keep our heads above water when big transitions happen? I'm trying to figure that out. I'm thinking it's the little things but what a spry and perfect sounding answer with no backing! Anyone have an answer?
I'm looking forward to Turkey. The trip begins on August 19th (just 2 days before the Grand Prix -- as my sister and I found out yesterday as we tried to book our flight.)
In my head I have this list:
0. Get excited about getting the new Harry Potter book.
1. Move apartments
2. Host Book Club (and read the book of course.)
3. Pack for Turkey
If I think about anything above and beyond these three things I get overwhelmed and paralyzed and then nothing gets done. Then I remind myself that my life is not about checked off lists. In fact, I hope no-one's life is about checked off lists. That would be disappointing wouldn't it?
I'll take my moments with God, family, friends, silence alone, any time traveling, and those warm moments curled up watching Hikaru No Go or reading a book. *hee hee*
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