Saturday, December 31, 2016

Happy? New Year

“Hey, kid, over here.”

“Oh hi, Pops! They said you’d be here. So, what’s the sitch? They said you’d tell me what to expect. I just can’t wait!”

“Well, kid, I’m gonna tell you some stuff they don’t tell ya in year school. Take a seat and for goodness sakes, stop bouncing.”

“Sorry Pops. I’m just so excited!”

“Here. Have a drink, kid. You’re in the big time now. We’ll start ya off with champagne because, well, y’know, that’s kinda what we do at this point.”

“Oh boy! Thanks, Twenty Sixteen.”

“You bet. Least I could do. Look, Two Thousand Seventeen, I’m here to tell you it’s gonna be tough. You’ve got your work cut out for you. I know you’ve learned all the things about seasons, months, nights and days, holidays, all that stuff that makes a calendar reality, but there’s more than just that. There’s a lot coming your way. I didn’t have any idea… not really.”

“Two Thousand Fifteen didn’t prepare you?”

“No, 2015 told me what I needed to know. But really, each one of us has it totally different. Twenty Fifteen couldn’t have known. None of us actually know.”

“Know what, Pops?”

“Well, Seventeen, it’s like this. The world never stops. Not for us, not for them, all the living and non-living things that exist, changing constantly, moving forward, everything forever in flux. You’ve got a lot coming your way. My time, well, it’s been tough. Lots of unhappiness and death, loss and fear. I can’t stop it, I can’t change it, that’s not my role. It won’t be yours either. We stand witness. We find our stamp on every major event, etched in history for as long as society holds memory.”

“But…”

“There’s no but to it, kiddo. Through no fault of my own, I’ve been labeled a bad year. Held responsible for cruelty, greed, stupidity, anger that grew in times not my own. There’s been hurt, people have lost their faith in the world, they blame it on me. I could have grown bitter, but kid, there’s more to it than that. It’s not my place to take everything on. We’re a continuum, you see. I’m connected to you and Fifteen, sure, but it goes back and forward, so much further. And here’s the thing…
You will get to see every single person on this planet turn another year old. Stand witness to the birthday of every living thing. You will turn this planet 365 times, and end up right here in the orbit, where we’re starting today. You will see everything grow, you will see flowers blossom and babies born and young creatures take their first steps. You will see love and marriage. You will see death. So much death. You will see infirmity, disease, murder, predation, attack. Stand witness to blood spilled upon the soil in conquest and feasting and atrocity. And you will come to this point with surprise, because it is so much, and 365 days isn’t enough. Kid, you’re just a year. Don’t take the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“Um, wow, Pops. Sounds like it’s been tough for you. Are you sure you didn’t just have a hard run of it?”

“Oh I did. But Seventeen, you’re in for a hard run too. We’re in hard times. I want to tell you, as I leave all this to you, that I’ve learned something important and I want to share it with you. People, animals, plants, the world, it will always change and grow. We just hold space and time. We offer the space for everything and everyone to experience, and they will take advantage, or not. You can’t blame yourself for that. And when times are hard, that’s really when you’re at your best. Because these are the times, those that you hold, that make or break the world we carry. This time you offer, the time that is hard, is hated, but so valuable. You will give what you can, and the world will change. You will form the future and those that take part in it.
So, good luck. You’re gonna need it. It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it. You think you’re ready?”

“Uh, well, I thought I was, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Good. None of us are ever ready. We never really know what’s coming. Drink up. You’re gonna need it.”

“Okay. Great. And, Sixteen?”

“Yeah, Seventeen?”

“Thanks. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Yeah, punk, I’ll expect a drink. Take care. And…”

“Yeah?”


“Happy New Year.”

Monday, November 28, 2016

Dulcie in the Rain

Rain on the windshield. There’s a distance to dash from the car to the boat, not to mention the cable to plug in, the locks to unlatch, the boards to slide away. Oh well. If I wanted to stay dry, maybe I should have picked a different life.

I book it to the boat, rain pattering down all around, soft on the water. It’s a cool evening, dark and misty. I get there, and my little sloop, Dulcie, is askew. She’s been on her own for a few weeks, nothing like the regular four month stints I’m away. But there’s ceramic shards all over the cockpit, a broken line dangling in the water. Sigh. What have you been up to, boat? It’s only November, and we live in California. The storms shouldn’t have been that bad. I guess it wasn’t a great few weeks for you either.

I hunker down, tighten the remaining lines. It’s wet and cold, but I’m not going to bang against the dock all night. Inside the boat, more surprises wait. Mold on the throw pillows, water on the rug. Oh, the romance of the sea!


I put them aside, blast the heater, turn on some jazz. No one ever said living your dreams was easy, but it’s times like this that I wonder if maybe I make it hard on purpose. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Adventure Begins

So there I was. Twenty one years of searching and I had yet to stumble through a wardrobe into Narnia, receive my invitation by owl to attend Hogwarts, get abducted by aliens, or discover my latent mutant powers. It was downright disheartening. Had all my childhood books lied to me?

Fed up, I stepped off the path into a rabbit hole of my own making, and found my own adventures.

Here they are. So stroll with me for a moment, in this crazy thing I call my life.