when I was growing up, every summer two things were constants: being on a swim team, going to camp. family structures could change, friends came & went - but just as certain as the texas rangers baseball club wilting in august was the fact that I would swim on a swim team and I would go to camp.
at both constants, I LOVED greased watermelons:
if you are not familiar with this scrum of joy, here's how it goes:
- Take the Crisco and cover the watermelon thoroughly.
- Heave the greased melon into the swimming pool. (It should float.)
- Blow the whistle, or shout "On your mark, get set, Go!" at which point everyone jumps into the pool and swims towards the watermelon.
- The object of the game is to be the person who gets the watermelon out of the pool. Meanwhile, everyone else is trying to take it away and get it out themselves.
this is yet another example of the transcendent truth that we in the south know: most things in life are made better with Crisco, that magical blend of blend of soybean oil, fully hydrogenated cottonseed oil, and partially hydrogenated soybean and cottonseed oils
hope is a slippery thing for me to hold on to. like a watermelon in the river, it slips out of my hand. i rush to grab it - and it drops over and over.
these last few weeks have been personally very very very hard. loved ones struggling, a new job that is consuming. i want to be there and there and there - not on a bus trip or struggling to be present with hurt.
one of the tricks of greased watermelons is that you are swimming and trying to grab them - you are not on solid ground, you are not standing on 2 feet, you are in a liquid state trying to grab hold of something coated with stuff that slips.
hope is a slippery thing for me to hold on to. sometimes I need help holding it.
cheryl lawrie pointed to a quote from Rudolf Bahro that helped me a lot get some perspective:
Imagine that - being insecure is a GOOD thing, open hands are a good thing.
hope is a slippery thing for me to hold on to. I do not mean the hallmark card kind of hope - more like the Václav Havel kind of hope:
as a logic-based operating unit, i am not so big on "transcends the world that is immediately experienced". as a person who thrives in a predictable world, I loathe things "anchored somewhere beyond its horizons".
but that is hope, huh ? "the certainty that something makes sense regardless of how it turns out".
that, my dear friends, that is a big watermelon, that certainty of sense regardless of experienced outcomes.
hope, like a greased watermelon, is best held by two hands:
It feels like starting over
It feels like waking up, and
you know it's coming
It feels like a brand new day
Open your eyes