Thoughts on a Saturday

I’m very thankful for my life. It’s full of love, joy, productivity, art, passion, and people who I would do anything for and would do anything for me. Is there anything else one truly needs?

As I sit here in the silence of a Saturday morning watching the sun slowly embrace the pine trees in my yard I find myself content with the world. There is a strange sort of comfort in knowing that society is taking a rest, beginning it’s day a little more slowly. Of course, the birds and the bees are about their business as usual. Why should they know the difference between a Monday and a Saturday? A beautiful, sunny day is much like the rest, but weather and the changing of the season are their true time keepers. I think that ignoring these natural rhythms has rendered society blind - to the world and to ourselves.

A long time ago, before Christianity and the rule of masculinity, nature was the religion. Each changing of the season a celebration, each day an opportunity to thank nature for what it provides. Now we have made nature and weather and inconvenience. An intruder that we must fence off to establish order. And yet, nature is the most complex and well-functioning system in existence. It is existence. Nature will always win. If we exhaust all our resources, nature will simply burn us out and reset itself long after the plague that is humanity has perished. And still society has boxed her up and framed her nicely on our screens so that we can “appreciate” a fleeting glance at something so incredibly complex that all of humanity, thus far, has not figured her out. I don’t think we are able to, which perhaps is where faith and religion come in to play: a way to accept that which we cannot understand.

I no longer practice any sort of religion. I find more comfort, as well as intellectual fulfillment, in observing and considering all faiths and philosophies choosing bits and pieces here and there to consider and combine. A “both-and” philosophy as opposed to an “either-or.” It allows a lot of room for contemplation and even more room for acceptance. At the end of the day, I want to have enjoyed bothe the sunrise and the sunset, no matter what happened in between.

​Now the sun has reached where I sit on my porch, kissing the arm of the chair with a soft promise of warmth. It’s going to be an enjoyable day.