As the seasons, so go our lives.
Here in Texas we had a brutally cold winter followed by a miserably hot summer. When we’re cold we yearn for the warm, and when we’re hot we dream of fresh, cool breezes.
A couple of years ago I had more work than I could say grace over. it seemed like I just got out of the car in one city and then it was time to move on to the next. I think I complained a lot at that time about “never having time to breathe” – something like that.
Now I spend my time talking about not having enough work. I know it’s not just me; I think we are programmed as a race to always want more, always look to the next thing.
In the 70s, a guru named Ram Dass wrote “Be Here Now”, which became sort of the catch phrase for the hippie movement (of which I was a fringe member, never quite brave enough to be a real hippie). Now it seems so dated, but the sentiment is true and honorable. Centuries before, Jesus said, “Do not worry about tomorrow – tomorrow has enough worries of its own”.
I’m committed to that today. I’m going to be here now. And then I’m going to bed. Here’s hoping for a better year for all my storyteller and ventriloquist friends who are slogging through a tough economy!