Two weeks ago, I attended the first in a series of three classes to explore joining the congregation. Justin, who is the church staff person leading the workshop, began our session with this poem:
The Art of Disappearing
When they say Don't I know you?
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
If they say We should get together
It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven't seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don't start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
- Naomi Shihab Nye
My dear friend and mentor, M is dying with a tumor growing in his brain. He is only 64 years old and one of the more brilliant people on the planet. I spent time with him this week - sitting and talking and listening and honoring his journey - one he is approaching with curiosity, with acceptance and regret that he will leave his family and friends behind at this precious stage of our lives.
"Know you could tumble at any second - then decide what to do with your time."
Today is Friday - have a wonderful day - we choose our lives moment to moment.