One very interesting moment in life are the days after a huge celebration (like a wedding!) or big event that marks some occasion in a human life. Graduations, birthday parties, funerals, retirement celebrations, house warmings, promotions, births….
Human beings love to connect, gather and create time together to announce or claim a change, to see each other in-person, to express appreciation. We have done this for thousands of years in thousands of traditions.
So what’s the big deal? What is so important about agreeing to get together at the same time and do this thing called celebrate?
It seems we love to express ourselves and be witnessed. There is something beautiful about gathering. It is FUN.
All that really happens is words, music, sound, body language, colors, movement, communication. The sound goes out into the air, and disappears.
People show up and address the entire group, or only to their neighbor, or they are silent but physically present. People gather at the appointed hour. Then they disappear, too.
This moment is full of people and sound and laughter, or crying, and talking….this other moment is full of only a quiet living room with sun breaking through a window and furniture all about, and a computer screen.
Everything that happens changes and shifts into Something Else.
There are plans, and dates, and ideas creating visions, and then the date comes and the vision is realized in form, and then there is more.
Yesterday I walked from room to room in a big empty lodge that used to be full of people, with a huge black plastic garbage bag over my shoulder, and collected things that apparently belonged in the bag, according to me.
Taking out the garbage, I thought, this is also celebration. I fill the bag, I walk to the dumpster, I see trees and gravel. I see a little frog hopping, then pausing. I watch the frog for awhile, and my daughter comes and then gets her camera to take a picture. Just like pictures taken at an event.
Everything fills then empties, like the tides. Sometimes very full, sometimes very empty.
There I was in a celebration that for decades has been called a wedding and it was very “full” if seeing it from the perspective of people, food, colors, art, love, hugs, kisses, smiles, voices, music.
In the show called “wedding” two people are present, and although there isn’t always a bride, in this one there was, and I apparently played that role.
We LOVE theater! Stories! Feeling! Seeing! Thinking! Talking! Singing! Watching!
How fun! The gathering of all the movement and people and all that was present, including sun, eagles, breeze, sky….all of this was a dance! No purpose but to express!
How incredible that ultimately there is no purpose for a gathering of people together to mark an occasion except to express it.
We all witness together, whether in any gathering there is one person or two or a handful or a crowd, and yet everyone sees something a little different, everyone takes something unique, everyone offers something just by being themselves.
Nothing more.
And now, alone with the bag of garbage, this is also part of the dance…how could it not be? The dance continues.
Taking out the garbage is just as fascinating in so many ways as the actual wedding. Very different, but fascinating all the same.
“…there is only one rule on the Wild Playground….’have fun, my dear; my dear have fun, in the beloved’s divine game, O in the Beloved’s Wonderful Game.”~ Hafiz
I have watch and notice, taking out the garbage, what do I think is not fun about that…when I think it’s not fun? That is the place for inquiry, for looking at what I’m believing that isn’t true.
Today, taking out the garbage is quieter somehow…but yes, actually fun.
Love, Grace