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Jerk
I’m one.
I’m sure of it.
Two days ago, I was on the edge of the city where the #1 Highway exits to the East. A young guy was there, backpack on, with a sign that read, “Traveling. Broke and Hungry.” My eye didn’t even register the rest of the words into my head–I’ve seen this sign before. Mentally, I saw myself with a sheet of cardboard and a Sharpie. My sign read, “Staying home with my job. Feeling fine. Make any sense?”
Like I said–jerk.
Then yesterday, our phone rang around 6 PM. Prime time for the telemarketers, it seems. The area code didn’t look as threatening as usual. I picked up. Brief silent moment. Unfamiliar voice asking to speak to someone with my father’s name. “Yeah, just a minute,” I said, as I took the phone from my ear and hung it up.
J-E-R-K.
And not feeling as badly about it as I probably should.
Dunks
Last night before bed, I was catching a few highlights on TV. With the NBA playoffs on the horizon, they were capping off the season with some of the best dunks. Here were four of the top ones. Enjoy!
Trevor Ariza on Mehmet Okur
Corey Brewer on Derek Fisher
Dwayne Wade on Anderson Varejao
And Carmelo Anthony on Paul Millsap
Rooming With Rumi
From the file of I-didn’t-realize-what-I-had-until-it-was-gone:
Last year, while in Turkey, we visited the city of Konya. We visited a museum/shrine connected to Hazrati Mevlana, a Muslim mystic from the 1200’s. The most intriguing bit of that day to me concerned the Whirling Dervishes, followers of Mevlana’s who practiced a unique form of dance as a spiritual exercise of submitting and uniting their spirits to God. Odd my most standards around me, I found it touching. Along that same day, a few mentions of the famous poet Rumi were made. I confess that I was only marginally familiar with the name.
In the past twelve months, Rumi (aka Mevlana) has crossed my path a dozen times or more, I kid you not. And the thought that we were in his tomb before I knew who he was–well, that’s a bit unfortunate!
But in a recent quest to stretch my reading list and to seek out something beautiful, I’ve come upon Rumi’s poetry. A couple pieces that have initially resonated with me go like this:
All your stress and all of your troubles
are due to your reading your own letter all the time
and not listening to the melody of the Darling.
And:
Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honour,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An ocean wooing a drop!
In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.
Going With Gershwin
Last weekend, we attended the symphony with tickets we’d won in a recent silent auction. One of the pieces played was “Cuban Overture” by George Gershwin. In the program, I read this:
Gershwin effortlessly blurred the lines between serious and popular composition, “classical” and “jazz”. To him music was music, and he gave as much attention to his songs and shows as he did to more formal concert works. One reason for this is that he was a natural, instinctive musician rather than a trained one.
I’ve been taking inventory lately–particularly with my “spiritual life”. Perhaps Gershwin should mentor me because my heart likes the idea of a “natural, instinctive” approach to spirituality, as opposed to a “trained” one, and my mind quickly spins those phrases into a question: Have you somehow, Jason, traded the first for the second? Are you seeking God “as you feel you should”, to the loss of keeping it simple and child-like (or natural and instinctive)? Have you succeeded in complicating and cluttering what need not be?
In recent days, my head would have to nod more often that shake.
Time to go with Gershwin.