A Saturday Caesura
I spent the month of April anticipating spring, watching with delight as snow white gave way to earthy browns, and most recently, to hints of green. And now spring is here. The anticipation is over. Life continues. And isn’t that how it goes? We look forward to something – graduation, career, marriage, children, travel – and when the waited-for-thing arrives, we celebrate and then pack up the party hats and slip into something more comfortable and ordinary and continue with life, and sometimes in that ordinary continuing we stop finding delight.
At some point everything we wished for in spring seems humdrum, run-of-the-mill, so what, or whatever. We anticipate the fresh new leaves of spring but complain about raking them in the fall. We delight in lush green lawns but are annoyed at having to mow them each week.
Occasionally we’ll do or see something that sparkles with delight – an evening BBQ on the deck, a drive in the countryside, a hike in the mountains – but mostly our days are smeared with the nondescript colours of ordinary. So we make sparkle our quest but too often lose the ability to discern between what is real and meant for delight and what is illusionary and results in despair.
We live as if wonder and delight cannot be found in the mundane and exist only in the extra-ordinary, the superfluous, the majestic, the miraculous. But what if wonder and delight are woven into the fabric of creation? What if we took our eyes off the Big Shiny Things and found delight in something as ordinary as a cloudless sunrise, the gentle touch of a spouse, a moment of laughter with a friend, a muskrat swimming in the ditch.
We live as if anticipation is not a sustainable emotion, its life-span restricted to that liminal space before the big events, significant changes, momentous moments. But what if we stopped reserving our anticipation for the Big & Memorable and lived each day as if it is in itself an anticipation, a continual expectation of yet another day and another and another.
What if the reality that life does continue is extraordinary and delightful and wondrous and anything but ordinary.