Blog 2253 – 12.20.2021
The dictionary defines requiem as:
As I texted my former boss in Nebraska per his request, I arrived home safe and sound yesterday if a little worn from my journey. I have made quite a point of one of the Ten Intentions For A Better World that I try to live by, number four in particular of how important it is that we learn to let go of things.
One of the hardest things to let go of, even harder that the ones that we love so dear, is what we have come to cherish as our own life. But, that life has always been more dream that reality. I like pointing out that the wonderful children’s round Row, Row, Row Your Boat so aptly defines what this life adventure truly is “Life is but a dream” and yet we hold on for dear life as if this one brief moment it time and space was all we would ever get. Nonsense and pure fiction, for we are as perennial as the grass or as song says, “A single drop of rain” and will be back, “Again, and again, and again.”
Don’t get me wrong, intend to continue to enjoy this go round as long as it is fun. My requiem if I get to choose it is not so unlike the Scot bard, Robert Louis Stevenson’s, but comes from a more contemporary American poet, Jim Henson, through the mouth of one of his Muppets, band leader Doctor Tooth, and goes like this : “There’s a party all the time for them that choose.” Or to quote two other contemporary American poets, Bill and Ted, “Party on.”
Your friend and fellow traveler,