I don’t call
any song finished if I don’t
think that it somehow is vibrating with
the awareness of how we live in spite of the inevitable.
Which is what all spirituality is, is how do we come into being,
how do we live fully in the constant, conscious knowledge
that we won’t always? How do you invest in the idea
of any real commitment in the face of
everything being finite?
…We’re sort of
seduced into thinking that here’s life,
and there’s these bad things that can happen,
obstacles that just fall into your road, as if the obstacle
is not the road. You know? We want to think that all things
being equal, we should be content all the time, and would
be, except for these pesky flies that want to ruin
every picnic. As if that isn’t what
the picnic is.
do listen to
Welcoming Flies at the Picnic,
it will gladden your
❤️