I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

-Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

10 June 2010

(10) Days of Summer

I hate those days when you get a somewhat rude awakening reminding you of the way life really is.

This morning I went to work, taking some City of Lawrence campers to the city pool in the afternoon, and watched as they splashed about in the water as if they could live in summer-land forever.  For most of the kids at that camp, summer is a time to not be a school and be reminded of how they are different or lacking in some intellectual or physical capacity.  They're just another great kid in another great town.

I had several text messages from friends at home telling me that the son in a family in our hometown is battling a life threatening disease that may very well take his life sometime soon.  He's only eighteen which to me seems too young to die and too young to feel as much pain and sorrow as he has.  Thankfully he has a family and a community that is by his side night and day.  I pray that somehow the universe will mysteriously open up the way it does sometimes and provide him with what he needs.

God does not play dice with universe, yet it seems that we're still trying to predict what the next roll will be and what's at stake for us.  I guess life doesn't make sense, but I also figure if you're still trying to answer the hard questions then you haven't really made much progress---most answers don't exist at all.

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