Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Good Morning

"Sometimes I wish that I could sing or dance or paint or compose symphonies or build cathedrals to express somehow what all of this means to me. I wish I were a priest or a robin or a child or a sunset."

-Robert Benson

Yesterday I went home a little bit early. Threw the windows open to a strong wind, in spite of the layer of dust that it would inevitably leave in my house. Laid on the couch, made a cup of coffee. And waited for a storm that ended up passing us by, listening to my doors slam open and shut in turn and the wind howling around corners and through cracks. I watched the Princess Bride, which I hadn't seen in years. I couldn't help giggling throughout the whole movie like a delighted child, just like Justin talked with me recently about doing. I made some chicken noodle soup for dinner. Read late into the night.

This morning I woke up early. Or, earlier than I had to.

I got up, made a cup of coffee. Put lots of cream and sugar in, which is a little unusual for me. And I had some local snacks like graham crackers to accompany it--half covered with roasted sesame seeds, the other half with pieces of peanuts. I sat looking out my window at the still-white sky, before the afternoon's blue. Just quiet, still, but feeling something leaping inside me that just might be life. I prayed off and on. Drank slowly. Ate slowly. Just slowly enough to be late for work.

The waitress was sitting on her bike waiting for me when I got here, wearing a yellow jacket and the perpetual black head covering. When she saw me I made a face, and she laughed. I threw open the sliding metal door over our glass entrance, and walked in. The shop always has a sour smell when I first get in, so I turned on one of the fans upstairs to help it air out.

I swept the coffee shop barefoot this morning. Danced around to old 90s songs while I worked in the upstairs, while the waitress scrubbed dishes in the kitchen. Sang along to the best parts.

When I swept the narrow band of tile outside our storefront, a woman looked at my feet, and looked up at me like I was some sort of savage. Maybe I felt a little savage this morning--I was dreaming of running barefoot through soft grass.

Maybe I was dreaming of childhood. Maybe I was remembering a piece of some sort of home I had once. Or maybe I was looking towards what is ahead, a different kind of existence than this one. It was one of those moments that you snap awake and remember the deeper life whose streams flow generously under the small paths we walk. Their waters run underneath all the cities we've seen, and will see, through the course of our lives and ever after. 


Rob said...

wow friend. there is a lot of life & hope in these words.

evan said...

Beautiful. I love "hearing" your voice, Drew. Miss you.

Ed said...

Peace to you brother. I'm glad you felt a little savage this morning - a little wild. May hope and life continue to find you.

Justin said...

Good morning, brother.

Shannon said...

Drew - we miss you. And we love hearing your heart. Carry on.

Kristen said...

i loved this drew! we miss you lots!

Anonymous said...

Yes. So good.

Cate Raff said...

Love it, Drew. Thanks.

Juli said...

So beautiful Drew. Keep paying attention - He is near.

drew said...

Thank you guys! All of you.

Many of you, it's been far too long since we've communicated. But each of you has meant so much, in so many different ways and at so many different points in my life.

I miss you all, too. And I hope I do right by you. I hope the things I speak and write, and more importantly the things I do, do justice to the meaningful ways that you (and your significant others!) have poured into me.

Much love! And joy, in knowing that one day our paths will again converge.

Jess said...

Hmmm, the memories of that place shines a new light on this post for me. Hope you are well traveller