I wake up this morning with thoughts of spring, of resurrection, of the literal truth that we are living and dying simultaneously….you know, the big thoughts that underpin Easter or whatever Holiday when you acknowledge the unsettling truth that life leads to death and death begets life.
That’s the problem with big thoughts…they’re too big to be helpful.
So today I am making preparations for a rebirthing. I am rekindling a precious part of me. At forty-seven, I’m going to put a basketball hoop on my garage. I am even going to buy a new basketball. If you know me and that my love of sports is the purest love of my life, then you know this is a good sign…a resurrection of sorts. So this spring and summer, I will be shooting buckets, often alone, sometimes with my son Paul, and other times with whoever will play with me. As I rise to shoot, as the ball gently leaves my fingertips, I will know that I am playing more than basketball. I will carry this joyful truth within my aging heart. My own form of transcendence.
What’s your story?