Steve and I were married on June 19, 1971, 49 years ago. It’s been quite a journey. We reminisce and travel down memory lane, amazed at how we couldn’t have imagined all we’ve experienced and been given.
We certainly couldn’t have imagined that this date would become a national celebration of freedom and solidarity, a day that marks the end of slavery. I give thanks.
Yesterday my grandson called and I answered wearing my mask because that is what we do here when we’re out and about, and he laughed and laughed. I found a quiet place of solitude and removed the mask, and again, he laughed, and I laughed in response. At almost eight months old, this is what he knows. I haven’t touched him in over three months, but I see him in this very strange way on my phone and computer, and that’s how he sees me.
What I’m seeing in all of this is a deeper awareness of how clearly we share breath.
Sheltering-in-place is giving each of us time to go within, to understand limitations, and the expansion that opens within that. When we go out, we wear a mask to honor how far our breath and fluids spread.
With all of this we’re awake to explore what matters. What really matters?
In 1967, I was first exposed to the TV show Star Trek. I was intrigued when I saw people gathering in the small TV room in the dorm I was in as a freshman at UCLA. We couldn’t all fit but clearly something exciting was happening, something new.
Now I read words of the logical Mr. Spock from Star Trek, Change is the essential process of all existence.
I was in that same dorm when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in April of 1968 and Bobby Kennedy in June of that year.
I remember back, and sit with the history of my lifetime. Because we can hold a phone in our hand and record, we are seeing what seems unfathomable but there it is. It’s undeniable, and we’re responding.
I was born in 1949, so there’s something about the significance of the number 49 in so many ways. This year feels especially poignant and important, a marker for the “essential process of all existence”.
May this day of honoring and celebrating freedom bring forth for each unique and precious one of us the enchantment and privilege with which I’ve been blessed, and may this coming together lift and ground us in the tissue of love we share.
It’s predicted to be a challenging weekend. May it bring unity and peace.
Carl Perkins wrote: If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
We’re seeing the rocks; may we come together to celebrate the song.