I
want to work on watching things more carefully – being a better watcher, you
might say, and mostly, I want to watch the workings of my own life. It is,
after all, a stirring show, this life I’m lucky to be living. Where it came
from, who knows, but just now, at 73, it’s still performing with a fair amount
of confidence and style on the stage set up for it by the universe. More and
more, I want to seat myself in the audience and just watch this strange and occasionally
startling show called “The Life of Ham”. For a few minutes, now and then, I
want to watch the countless thoughts that dance through my mind, swirling their
skirts and singing with finesse their hopeful or forlorn songs. I want to watch
the flow of feelings inside me, the way joy sometimes joins with sadness and
becomes wisdom, and the way all the feelings seem to flow out of a secret place
and then slowly but surely disappear again. I want to watch my silly worries
stomping around like they own the stage, and my fears falling over each other
as they try to steal the show. It is, indeed, a daring and amusing performance,
this life of mine, well worth the price of admission, which is just my
willingness to sit still, lighten up, and watch in wonderment.
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