Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Now Mass

NOW MASS
The Christmas come along, the mass dedicated to Christ. A good old guy, or a magical man, or a god, or a God. Take your pick, or ignore the guy and go for the season, a season of expectation almost beyond reason, and that's been said, the shopping, the planning, the eating, the finagling of schedules.

One (A) comes once a year, and then fades, and what of this moment.

The other (B) is all those little sweeties, those moments, those now, now, nows
which
keep coming and coming.

Which are the substance of our life? (A or B?)

Which is the Time of Year to make up for all the times we weren't present with the present of our presence for another person? (A or B?)

Rhetorical questions, obvious answers in the brain, the mind, and then there is this now and this now and this now. Does the heart remember how precious this being alive thing is?

We experience it, and we are awake.

We don't experience it, and we are asleep.

The ongoing celebration of now mass.

One possibility.

The ongoing sleep of missing the moment. Another possibility, and this:
A stark thief of our very lives.

Scary, or funny, or infuriating, or ridiculous and then again: we are always free to wake back up into this moment.

And this one.

And this.


(Note. The essays are rotating through the three blogs, more or less one per day.
So you might want to check:

Tai Chi Yoga Health Weight Loss Joy
and
Life on Earth ::: Slow Sonoma
for the last two essays.)


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