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That’s right, my Sunday was a Sunday. Yep.
- Time spent with friends over burgers and cookies
- Sharing of dreams, and seeing the beauty of a new friend’s heart
- Watching older kids play with and instruct my kids
- Strawberry slobber juice on my white guayabera shirt
- Serendipitous meet-up with classmates to study for midterms
- Being moved as Dawn shares what God is doing with her
- Half an hour alone on the deck under the stars, taking it all in
- In bed by 9:30pm
- 8 hours sleep
Yep - that’s sabbath…
It was a great day:
- Fall semester paid in full
- Watching Wes use the slide in the back yard
- Glass of wine
- Steak on the grill, onions, mushrooms
- Watching Wes’ expression while I pretended to put mesquite seasoning on his dinner
- Chocolate Pie
- Watching the kids eat chocolate pie
- Bathtime with Sesame Street paint
- Curling up with Dawn, watching old episodes of The Office on my laptop
- Falling asleep to The Office
Awesome…
That’s totally me, right now. I am exhausted, tired, sick… sick and tired.
The funny thing is, I know why. It’s saying ‘yes’ very often, it’s saying ‘no’ very little. It’s saying yes to things that do not envigorate. It’s not believing that I need rest - until I really, really need it.
Anyone else get this way? What gets you going again?
To new friends, I share this story about Hugh Manatee:
Humanity had been the object of discussion this week. How to reclaim it, how to become fully human, how to speak human again.
It’s been an amazing few days making new friends from all over the country and all over the world at Humana. Thanks to all who participated, volunteered, gave their time, sleep, money, and sleep to be here. You were a part of questions being answered, and new questions I am asking.
Following an amazing evening at the World Music Jam at Erik’s on Eola, I headed to Taste at College Park to meetup with my friend Sean to see our old band’s drummer. Drummer Pat, as we call him, is incredibly talented musician who now rocks in a jam band called Brother Bean.
Sean and I grabbed a glass of wine and stepped into Taste’s music room. The lights, the music, the vibe - the Vox Underground MUST emerge here, I thought…
Inspired, I decided to snap a shot of the ambiance with my camera phone - only to find that too much memory had already been taken… damn- I would have to delete on the spot.
As I began to clear space, I felt a tap on my shoulder. An older man - portly, grey hair and bushy eyebrows was looking at me. If I were to dress him, I would put him in a three piece pinstripe suit - complete with pocket watch and long chain. Instead, he dressed himself in a black concert tee and knitted rastafarian hat. We had the following brief conversation in the midst of blaring jam band music:
Old guy: “Tell them I’m here” (pointing to my phone)
Me: “No problem - what’s your name?”
Old guy: “Hugh”
Me: “What?”
Old guy: “Hugh… Hugh Manatee”
**music playing, me stunned**
Old guy: “Tell them Humanity is HERE”
Me (stunned): “No problem!”
So, there it is fellow Vox’ers. Humanity was there in that beautiful mess. There was humanity - and Hugh Manatee wants you to know it.
I’ll be there - will you?
