Week #47: Life & death

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.” – William S. Burroughs

I found out today that I’m kind of related to Nathan Hale, not by blood, but by an aunt’s cousin’s way back great-great-something. If you’re not familiar, he’s the guy during the Revolutionary War who said, “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” Now, I think that life is one of God’s most valuable gifts to us (after relationship with Him & our eternal souls) & I’m thankful every day for the opportunity to use it well. I’d like to think that AN52 has helped in this. I’ve had to do things intentionally & think about them more than I typically would. Yay, the power of blogs!

I’m a fan of survival scenarios, seeing how people find ways to work a living out of difficult circumstances. But, let me clarify by saying that I like success stories—more Swiss Family Robinson than Alive. I don’t know what I would do if I found myself in a Donner Party-esque situation, but if it’s between me & Bambi, you know that sucker’s going down. Or so I say. I’ve never killed an animal to eat it, but now my hands smell like oranges & death.

I bought a lobster on my way home. As I carried the box up to the register, I felt like I’d won a fish at the fair—excited, responsible, tense—probably not a good relationship with something you’re about to kill. Logic & sentiment tossed back & forth in my brain. Who am I to take this life? This is what this lobster is here for. Why did I name him Albert? I set Albert on the table as the macabre opera of deadly preparations unfolded before him. He didn’t blink an eye (really, he had no eyelids). As the water boiled, he & I communed & I came to sense his resignation to his fate. (This is probably reading waaay too much into an animal’s last moments, but I’m unabashedly being Anne Shirley here.)  So I did it; I threw him in the water, headfirst & took his life. Then I ate him. The meat was alright, but not the greatest smell, so I chased it with an orange.

I’m not planning on directly killing any more animals soon, but at least now I know if I’m ever stranded in the wild, I can survive by preparing myself a lobster dinner 😉

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Week #26: Morning Glory

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” – Marcus Aurelius

I love sleep, it’s one of those beautiful gifts that God gave to us. Dreams are also one of my favorite things & are usually a rich, wild ride. But this morning I woke up at 5 AM. Why? Because God’s beautiful moments are like breaths. They’re always there, you just have to take them.

The reason I needed to be up so early was because I completed a 5K—The Color Run! Now such things & I do not go hand in hand. But when a coworker suggested this walking-optional, colorful 5K, I actually wanted to do it. The Color Run special is special because at points throughout the course, participants are blasted with brightly colored powder. Color? Count me in!!

Even though there was no pressure (it’s not even timed), I was pretty nervous. The girls I was with—my coworker, her sister & friends—were all at least somewhat athletic & I didn’t want to slow anybody down. But, as usual, my worries were unsubstantiated. The entire experience was a blast (of color!); the crowd (15,000 people), the color stations & fellowship all filled me with energy & it was hard to stop smiling. After crossing the finish line with about 1,000 other people—all of whom started out dressed in white to maximize the before/after effect—we danced to the music & waited until the countdown to simultaneously launch our color packets into the air. It was beautiful; get the pics here 🙂

I never thought I’d say that a 5K was one of my most enjoyable experiences, but I guess, when the moment is there I just have to trust God & take it. Whew!

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