Dynamic Balance
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ursangnomeMy Lady has a tradition for New Year's - everyone gets to answer the question, "What did you learn in this year?" I already know my answer, though it really is more a reminder, a grokking in fullness of something I already accepted intellectually, than a learning.
The Universe, at best, is in a dynamic balance.
This year my Lady had knee problems. There's been a couple divorces among my friends. Cancer creeps near among family, friends, and aquaintances. My folks are not only moving out of the home I knew for the first half of my life, but they are moving overseas to their homeland.
Balancing all this, we have babies. Babies everywhere. People popping babies like Mentos. Happy, smiling babies, who help make it clear to me what the whole thing is about...
So, this evening I call home to double check on some paperwork with my Mom, a couple loose ends to cover in the final few days before they return to the spot of dirt that really, ultimately, is home to them. Usually, my Mom answers the phone, but tonight, it was my Dad.
Mom's in the hospital, he tells me. She'd been admitted about 4 this morning. They didn't know the exact trigger, but the result was a spat of congestive heart failure.
Dynamic balance. Nothing remains static. Nothing. Hail Eris. Never give up! Never surrender!
The Universe, at best, is in a dynamic balance.
This year my Lady had knee problems. There's been a couple divorces among my friends. Cancer creeps near among family, friends, and aquaintances. My folks are not only moving out of the home I knew for the first half of my life, but they are moving overseas to their homeland.
Balancing all this, we have babies. Babies everywhere. People popping babies like Mentos. Happy, smiling babies, who help make it clear to me what the whole thing is about...
So, this evening I call home to double check on some paperwork with my Mom, a couple loose ends to cover in the final few days before they return to the spot of dirt that really, ultimately, is home to them. Usually, my Mom answers the phone, but tonight, it was my Dad.
Mom's in the hospital, he tells me. She'd been admitted about 4 this morning. They didn't know the exact trigger, but the result was a spat of congestive heart failure.
Dynamic balance. Nothing remains static. Nothing. Hail Eris. Never give up! Never surrender!
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