Moments keep showing up in my life, ones that I want to write about. Such as the astonishing movie I saw Monday about a Tibetan family’s pilgrimage to the sacred Potala Palace. Or yesterday afternoon, when I started my volunteer work in a local elementary school.
This morning I told myself to get writing. Start with Tibet and then move on to Belmont. But I decided to eat breakfast at the Diner and then mosey over to the elliptical at Wellington Fitness. “That’s okay, I’ll get to those stories after this afternoon’s root canal.”
Here I sit, ready for the Toronto Raptors basketball game, feeling like lukewarm poop. I’d say my pain is at 4 on the scale of 1 to 10. Not bad, but there. Also I’m lightheaded, fuzzy, flat. So how can I bring forth the joy of seeing the pilgrimage or laughing with those kids? I want to talk about those things but if I tried right now it would be concepts, tepid words, nothing bringing forth the “Oh My God” freshness of those moments.
Instead, my head says two things:
1. Don’t even write. You’re too weak.
2. Speak from your current experience. It’s the best thing to speak of.
Okay, I choose number two.
You can’t even string words together, Bruce. (Yes I can. See above)
What if I felt this vagueness 24/7? Would I still be able to being forth Spirit?
Take the Tylenol, Bruce. (No, at least not with this level of pain. How about if I let myself experience exactly what’s here?)
Do some people, not in pain, feel this way throughout their lives? I suppose. How can they possibly conjure up love, joy and peace?
It’s getting worse. It’s now a 5. (I don’t think so. You’re making it up, just so you can get some drugs into your system)
Oh … here comes a headache. (So?)
I figure, as I move towards my 70s, that physical pain will become a larger part of my life. Maybe not. But if it does, and my strength, endurance and flexibility decline, should my contributions to the world also diminish? (No)
The game’s coming on. Wrap it up. (No. I’ll keep looking to see if there’s more I want to say)
Maybe you should write about the Tibetan family and all those Grade 6s tonight. Just keep going. (No. Heroism not required. I’ll get to those topics when I have more energy)
You just counted the number of points you talked about below the asterisks. It’s nine. Why don’t you stop at ten? (That’s silly. It’s not a sporting contest. Stats don’t matter. Just look a bit more – a few more important things to say or not?)