Tuesday, March 31, 2009
There is no end to the circle.
It was bizarre - and lovely - to walk out of the funeral into the perfection of yesterday. The sky was sparkling blue, the cherries were at maximum pouf, the birds were singing. It was so poignant. Wow. You can not plan for events like yesterday so when they come around, it's only respectful to pay attention.
I felt like Bud Cort at the end of Harold and Maude. I even thought I should maybe learn to play the banjo, though by the time I got back to my neighborhood, I'd put that thought away.
Here I've been winge-ing about middle age, for heaven's sake. Though true that it's weird (middle age), on a gorgeous day like yesterday, particularly right after attending a funeral, it's hard to be critical of anything. My client's death really helped me remember to just be here now, enjoy, not worry and fuss and think so much.
Tomorrow the cherries at the Tidal Basin will be at their peak. I'm going to sneak down early before the masses of tourists decend so I can have a little private time with those amazing beings.
Life is good and I am grateful. L'chaim, ya'all.