Eric's Sunday Sermon; Our Delight in the Micro Love
Just a mountain stream with a child yet to fully feel nature
Micro love is too often felt bu unrecognized
So the man was so consumed with worry about affording a new baby that he missed the joy and love of his daughter’s birth. This is a very sad scenario indeed. It does happen. But probably it happens nearly daily for many people. No not that major of an event but what we call the smaller tiniest micro joys of life. What I call the juice or as I like to misinterpret because I like the sound “riqueza de esperanza”. My interpretation being the “richness of the dream”. (Forget any apologies for my Spanglish) But this notion of the dream to me is very significant when it comes to being in the fullness and joy of life.
First I have this wonderful spark plug Eveready bunny of a wife. Think of 200 humming birds altogether and not necessarily in harmony. Well we fell in love in Saigon she was from a small place and spent much of her life with outhouses and dirt floors for part of the home. Pretty much a disaster because of the war. She had a dream that a man would rescue her and she would have a home a child and even a car. Well that wonderful mother of my son, missed out on her dream, oh she has achieved all and more of her dream, but she was the one who rescued the man. She and her son catch the details of the little things that bring us a wealth of love. Back to the dream. I have dreams of them, no great big deal just funny stuff like a smile or a wink or a hand hold in my dreams.
So of course we are always quick to ask, “Why did God let that horrible thing happen?”. My question now is; “why did God let the most beautiful of things enter my dreams and create such loving happiness”. And why did God not make it an epic movie in the dreams with all that great stuff, and instead released the power of the small stuff giving me sight when in an older man it may have been lost?
I know my friends up and over 50 worry and consider testosterone and great youthful vitality. My wife asks me take care to find gentleness instead of strength – or are they the same? I hope that led you to close your eyes and just sigh and think of the wonderful little things in those you love.
You knew full well I would go to the amazing Nat. A treasure in my life.
I do not like to take pictures for I feel I miss a moment like this.
They learn much more than I ever know. But maybe I could help?
So my son and I are clearing our little space now for some gardening. You know the stuff, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, spinach…. Do not forget radishes. Why? Because they come up quick and so the child learns not so much patience but “success”. That brings us to two issues. The interesting first one is the micro noticing things that a young child does. The grown man sees a forest a young boy sees the ladybug on a leaf under the trees. Yes a grown man has much to relearn from a young son. So we do the whole Dalai Lama – Tibet thing of search for bugs before clearing and then for earthy creatures while turning the soil. So the “farming” becomes more about what is and less about what may be.
The second one here is a little more fufu. The clearing of the land becomes an engagement of two. He who should lead may just as well follow and learn from he who should follow. The roles get all cloudy and shifting. In the man’s wisdom and strength should he direct the love of the earth that the boy finds himself? No, hell no! The man must drop all pretense of prior understanding and become he who follows. And my favorite book says something like following the children or trying to be like them.
Of course do not let the boy drive the car. But a garden reflecting our stewardship as set forth my our creator is exactly the right place to let go and let live.
On this notion of the smallest thing let us take a strange other look. I have been to two great situations that brought more than a level of normalcy to my senses. One was going 80+ mph down a mountain trying to win and just a little trying to live. Ok, a bunch of both. My favorite courses were all like at 10K ft. Really trippy being up in that atmosphere. Enough of that, what is relevant here is that every every every sense is peaked and seconds go my in hours. You train, you train and you train and in your spare time you train. It is so super bitchin cool to be so alive and functioning. My next was a tour of private policing in two places, Oceanside and San Ysidro San Diego County SoCal. At one o’clock am in gang and cartel controlled coming around blind dark corner and poof you are a statistic. And they got a lot of them.
The only point there is to transfer those highly understandable situations into your next walk in the grass or giving hugs in the morning or my seeming favorite – I love you and hugs out of absolutely nowhere. My young boy is starting to do it like my elder boy – maybe they got it from their moms who are awesome.
Oops my alarm just went off. So I need to get out in the sun for all that great stuff the warmth and the beauty of our sun has to offer. Definitely some dirt and smells. I know, so trivial I should not have even mentioned it, or maybe not. Oh my, my Orchid is about to bloom again. One I smuggled through customs from my wife’s fathers land in Cu Chi. Long passed, he would be happy or is. He was a good friend and I reckon still is – thinking about him is another trivial thing I should not write about.
I wonder as I watch and listen here -- what family is. Those who comment here I adopt.
Does the wrinkle effect you?
Maybe you could join me in my dream that more will see the tiniest tear drop and count it a beauty.
So I have had such great pleasure writing to you of such silly matters. I like the term micro matters. I have been trained and I just cannot ignore the micro expressions from loved ones. I have kind of grown out of being a continuing jerk so most are nice to catch. I hope you adjust your brain also to catch the good ones and catch and release the bad ones.
That split second of clarity. That tiny moment of full love without interference. That wafting smell. That “Deja Vue” . That gift that we are given to capture a moment long before our “thoughts” creep in. It is so cool.
I get these feelings that hit me hard and quick. I will be damned if I could catch them on the fly. I hold up my finger and stop all that is influencing and try to see the trigger of love. Sure I miss about 50% but that leaves an awesome 50% if my math is right.
“In the blink of an eye the moment was lost”. But in the next blink of the eye the moment was seized.
I reckon as usual I took a long road around a simple but powerful truth. Within the single breath of a loved one we can receive love that transcends our senses. Time is just an is. We are far more than time. We were fully built to receive and give love even to the ladybug. A millisecond of love can bridge a deathtime. I hope you stop for a second and grasp the millisecond of love, it is worth the attention.