For some there comes a time when a second chance is given.That time then becomes a celebration of the unrecognized gifts of the past and humble gratitude for the wonder of present.
This then is a collection of reflections and comments on life,work,love and faith to be sung ,and danced to, in thanksgiving for a second chance.
“Life is what
happens while you are busy making other plans.”
-“Beautiful Boy “, John
Lennon
“What is it in
many sentient beings that compel them to construct elaborate contrivances in
order to maneuver themselves to form what they believe to be self- defined
actualization? Often the perceived ambitious intention and step by step action
plans contain a significant expectation of an achievement resulting in self
serenity that in reality is rarely satisfying.”
- Unknown
As
a young boy I was asked to write a paragraph on where I saw myself in twenty
years. Of course I wrote a few paragraphs. It was first person account of the
musings of a truck driver with a job that took him from town to town around the
country, a picaresque hero of sorts. Sister Bastinda wrote a note to my mother
saying how that I needed a direction, a realistic goal and how I wasn’t living
up to my potential, whatever that was.
The
only real personal dream I had was when in high school was to play the guitar.I loved playing music.
It was and still is a Zen experience for me, losing all sense of time as I
played. (I have a similar experience now when I write.) Back then I fantasized
that my friend, David, and I would be singing and playing our instruments on
some family entertainment program on television, Actually, we asked our reliable
Ouija board and it confirmed that we would someday be on TV. Still waiting.
Over
the subsequent years I meandered the maze of education and career paths. Half
listening to Frost’s choice of travelled roads and half listening to the
Cheshire Cat’s retort to Alice’s query I took the path that seemed most
interesting and adventurous at the time. It wasn’t until I met my Obe Wan, Kirk,
who told me of his own accidental Odyssey that led him to becoming a medical
doctor and eventual therapist. His Ulyssian episodes highlighted for me the
power of being present and letting go as well as the importance of how we live
while on the journey. What really mattered he said, “was how we responded to
those we encountered, how we loved and lived with compassion and integrity.” My
spiritual guide who advised on the Ignatian way of living as a loving grateful
faith-filled contemplative in action complimented this counsel. I then added to
my lesson mantra “never take myself too seriously.”
So
it is no wonder about how upset I can get at times when I hear or see the great
marketers preaching the promise that buying into their special unique goal and
how achieving it will result in personal success as defined by them.
Though
I never became a truck diver nor did I appear on TV playing my guitar I am
grateful for the paths I followed, my family , people I have encountered, the places I have
been…and the life I have lived…. so far.
Sub note: It is not unusual then that
I like journey poems, books, songs and movies. I have often fantasized about taking
a pilgrimage on the "El Amino de
Santiago." Recently I saw a simple movie called “The Way” about a man’s
journey down the El Camino de Santiago. It seemed coincidental that I saw this
as I planned this blog post.
Lord Jesus, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you deserve, to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labor and not to seek reward, except that of knowing that I do your will. Amen.
