ALive with you

Church bells rang in the distance. The rhythmic harmony of the chimes washed across my sunlit face, danced along the air and into my ears. The back of my head rested on my folded shirt. I had removed it to gather the sun’s heat across my chest. A light breeze had minimal effect on the warm surface of grass that lay below my shoulders. Small beads of sweat rolled from the edges of my forehead as if to herald the coming spring. 

The combination of warmth, blue sky and sunshine combined with the peacefulness of the bell tower’s chimes bathed me in one of those “everything is all right” beautiful feelings that come along too rarely.

When those moments come for each of us, it’s difficult sometimes to stay right in the moment, isn’t it? I managed nicely today to hang on and feel the warmth and peace of it all. It was a gentle workout day at the track: a day of stretching from the hard track work of yesterday, a few sit-ups and pushups combined with some gentle running on the grass. 

When I was complete with my work, I went back to my previous horizontal position on the turf and began to think about the peaceful feeling that had washed over me. I also thought about my inability to hold on to the moment for as long as I wished. I wondered about the origin of the feelings.

These moments are far too complex to analyze or describe in an easy manner, and certainly they are too individual to personal circumstance to assign any quantitative analytical data. Instead, they are, in my opinion, moments of spirituality and understanding as unique to the individual as a fingerprint.

Some spiritualists teach that we must first dance with death before we can live. What they mean is that we must embrace the reality of death, coming to full grip with our own mortality, understanding that each day before the end beckons is a day of celebration. I have seen this in friends with a terminal illness. They come to understand in the final days of their lives how to truly be alive and to love those who surround them. You have witnessed or heard of this phenomenon. Confronted with death, we come to understand the value of being fully alive. This is the “dance with death” taught in many native belief systems. I have seen it firsthand, and I hold it to be wise counsel.

There is another kind of being fully alive. It is the glory of childhood. This is the philosophical opposite of the “dance with death.” It is the absence of understanding that life has any path beyond play and discovery. It is the remarkable character of mind that we see in a child of 2 or 3 years. They are unassuming about consequence or need, fully alive in a God-granted blissful ignorance of death and lack, living in the moment so soundly that even make-believe becomes real.

It occurred to me while lying on the warm grass of the football field that I had surmised we come down to two possibilities for owning these fleeting moments of peace and understanding. We can be childlike, or we can ritualistically “dance with the dead.”

Either way, I had stumbled across a handy and convenient truth: both are a choice freely exercised. There is a sparkling paradox embedded within both ideas. Either choice is a form of using time wisely.

The church bells began to chime once again as I daydreamed in the sun.
An hour had passed.

Time.

It’s valuable, especially when it’s so very real.

Now that this website has been born, it’s an opportunity for me to say what richness each of you brings to my life. It’s never about tracks, high jump pits, stopwatches or other inanimate objects. In the end it’s always about the souls that surround you, teach you, help you and care about you. I’m glad I found you.

Time. Bring it on.

~~Rick Riddle

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