Grasshopper Soup: Light hearts make the season
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The shadow of the earth eclipsed the moon last week. Dark and light embraced. For a few hours, the cold dawn was warmed by the soft touch of heavenly bodies. The streets of our little town stretched far and wide into the night sky, beyond the stars, and twinkled with the heartbeat of the season.
Tilting into darkness, spiraling farther away from the sun, we hug the steep, spinning earth. Like pine trees, coyotes, mountains and oceans, we pass from season to season, trapped by gravity, blown by the wind, warmed by the sun, braving the cold, inclined to puzzle and wonder, searching for the way, pressed by the relentless task of survival, reluctant to embrace every song, the challenge and risk of singing along to the space and time of someone elseand#8217;s style of music, yet so often happier when we do.
There is more to life than what we see; more than what we see in the heart of a person who knows we are a treasure, whose heart tells us all we need to know.
There is always something better than the best we can imagine.
The world is wobbling precariously through space and time just for us. Enjoy the ride. Donand#8217;t let it throw you. It all makes sense; what no snow means to a deer, what a rusty old horseshoe means to the ocean, what a fallen leaf means to a bone.
This is the best time of year to find eternity, when the days become small, and time seems to disappear, impossible to find. It began with Halloween, grew into Thanksgiving, and peaks with Hanukah, Christmas and the message of love.
It is time to believe in miracles and new life. It is time to be happy for someone else. It is time to let the joy and sadness fill the void, let the loneliness and solitude take root.
It is time to free ourselves from the pressures of work, the dramas and the conflicts of the year, the labor of love, the cares and worries of the day. But how?
The only way to start fresh is to make something better happen. Relax in the moment; walk in someone elseand#8217;s shoes; take every opportunity to create new memories for them, add light to their life; then do it again, and again. Let their song occupy you. Enjoy life vicariously through someone elseand#8217;s good fortune.
If you want to leave the hassles of your job or the world behind, where they belong, write a new story. Make something better happen for someone else; something better than those headaches that are in the past, but still weighing you down. Keep moving forward, where life is new. Stop. Look. Listen. Say something beautiful. Cherish your time, and be the benevolent king or queen of events. Tell a new story, and make it a good one.
Itand#8217;s also a good idea to avoid shopping brawls and shopper abuse during the season. Iand#8217;m not going shopping anywhere. You need a bodyguard just to buy an Xbox.
We live in a world eclipsed by shadows we perceive, where good is bad, and bad is a wise choice. We use words to explain life, plugging in a long list of ideas together to see if the light bulbs work. They donand#8217;t always fit. They donand#8217;t always make sense.
Keep it simple. Words limit life. Life is not an equation, a formula or an argument. Few, if any of us, have a better handle on life than anyone else. Life is not politics, not a dogma, not a fatwa. Life is not a poem or a book, an exercise or a posture. Life is now. Life is a person. Our flaws and contradictions are like scars on a bright full moon.
When we encounter a person, it is like seeing Lake Tahoe for the first time, like standing before the night sky and gazing into the heart of the universe. When we encounter a person, we encounter worlds, realities and truths that are not for us to say. We find a heart to discover slowly, like a new dawn.
and#8212; Bob Sweigert is a Sierra Sun columnist, published poet, former college instructor and ski instructor. He has a B.A. and an M.A.T. from Gonzaga University. He has lived at Lake Tahoe for 28 years.
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