Thursday, January 25, 2007
Take Things As They Are
The other day I was talking to some friends about the gift of desperation, the necessity of it for meaningful change, and how suffering is our secret friend. I do not like the gift of desperation and would far prefer a beautiful necklace or a cup of chocolate-filled coffee with whipped cream. I do not like moments that coaches talk about, the time when you have nothing left but to win, win, win, to keep going against all odds, or the moments pastors preach about when our faith is being tested, the darkest hour before the dawn, etc. I am not, by and large, a fan of pulling my head out of my ass and getting out of my own way. Case in point: I used a cell phone that was hanging by one little thread of a cord for weeks because I could "make it work" by holding it in a certain way. A friend of mine laughed about it, saying, It's not a person, Michelle. You can get a new one. Get a new one?! Blasphemy. I kept my little cell phone friend until the caller ID stopped working and its entire screen went blank.
My friend Hank used to say, you're one of those last minute, save yourself types. But who, I would argue, isn't? We are all falling apart, each and every one of us, and only love and faith can save us. My sister laughs affectionately at the things I like, saying, I knew you'd want that one. That's a real Charlie Brown Christmas tree special you got on your hands. Like Linus said, all that tree needed was a little love! So we suffer at the hands of ourselves and others from this lack; we start to droop. But then we see our little friends, the other Christmas trees, and we sparkle again. We talk about the gift of desperation, but we give each other necklaces and glittery beautiful things. After all, life is mighty good at giving us the first gift.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick." Bruce Lee
Drinking music suggestion: Stone Free: A Tribute to Jimi Hendrix (favorite song on this one: You Got Me Floatin' PM Dawn)
Benedictions and Maledictions
In answer to Jim's question about how much money I made off of my brilliant tour de force, Irrational Fears, the answer would be less than zero, to quote Brett Easton Ellis. The poetry was, in a word, stinky, and I pray to God that no copies exist. Happy Thursday!