What better way to follow the Sunday blues? And ignite a week of brilliant possibilities? Look for small sparks of inspiration – like fireflies illuminating a landscape. Fleeting, yes. And yet, in a brief blink of light, we feel the glow of freedom, the magic of serendipity and the presence of grace.
We are a verb. Not a noun, not a pronoun, but a constantly changing entity. Never the same twice. However, often, we get so lost in the trance of to do, that we fail to see each moment as unique. We mindlessly go through the motions, sleep-walk through whole sections of a day until something startles us back into the present– a child’s smile, stranger’s kindness, loved one’s tenderness or a car nearly hitting us. Whatever the cause, we are jolted back into the dynamic ebb and flow of life. We feel more alive at these moments. They transform our awareness, and in so doing, wake us up to the magnificent grace before us. Tuesdays seemed like a good day to try and tap into a little transformational grace.
Sometimes it just has to be said. And it is of paramount importance NOT to look for silver linings or positive, feel-good solutions that make you want to strike someone, eat two plates of brownies or stare blankly at a wall for several hours. Here’s the beauty of saying WTF out loud. Poof! Just the act of saying it and surrounding it with a little humor, frees you from being a parenting failure, fundraising f*&^ up, or sad, sad excuse of a sister, career maven, community leader – whatever it is you do.
Threedom is the fabulous intersection of freedom and the number three. In general, most people are big fans of freedom. Whether it’s riding bulls, planting hydrangea, snowboarding black diamonds or reading poetry, freedom feels good. And three is just an incredibly satisfying number. There’s The Divine Comedy, the trinity, the number of breaths it takes to calm down and wishes you get if you run into a leprechaun. Plus it’s the measure of time: past, present and future; birth and the sequence of stories: beginning, middle and end. So, it seemed only natural to combine these powerhouse words into a little end of the week offering.
Just a little something to chew on as you head into the weekend. Possible cocktail party repartee. Sort of like one final thought before the blur of Costco shopping, lacrosse jamborees and gutter cleaning begin. Or, perhaps, for others of you out there, the flurry of museum-going, brunch-attending, dinner party hosting. Whoever you are, whatever you do – a little digest if to close out the week.
Translating the metaphysical world of a seemingly innocuous pronoun is a profound endeavor. We usually write it off without acknowledging the nuanced complexities and deep referential realities that live inside it. People say, ‘Get over it.’ But what exactly is the ‘it’ we are supposed to get over– the insult itself? The insecurity that makes us vulnerable to it? The layers of childhood baggage attached to it? If we are able to say ‘it’, maybe we can begin doing ‘it’, getting over ‘it’, taking ‘it’ to the next level, living ‘it’!
What if you could peel back the layers of insanity, angst and drama that strangle the joy out of a week? What if you could do this pro-actively? Set an intention that set free a different way to see? A fresh focus for your attention? A new approach that finds meaning in the madness? Humor in the despair? Kindness in the driving need to do it all? Sundays offer a brief reprieve (minus the kids’ manic sports schedule and forgotten about projects due Monday) from the hectic onslaught of “to do”. From the five alarm fires that need putting out. The tedious tasks that cannot be skipped. The drama. Sundays offer a sliver of room to seek out silver linings.