At the risk of stating the obvious, I’m going out on a very short limb to say that the winter of 2020 is an altogether different experience than past holiday seasons. As much as we’d like for it not to be the case, the pandemic is still a reality and political divisiveness is still raging. In the midst of it all, I shout to the skies to bring on that holiday cheer!
Well, this certainly doesn’t seem right: November 11 is the beginning of the 2020 Masters Tournament in Augusta! I can only guess if their thousands of spring azaleas will have been replaced with countless camellia bushes, which typically start coming into bloom right about now.
For a guy that would like to think of himself as non-political, I’m not sure what I expected when I signed up to work on the front lines of America’s political process. Yes, I became a poll manager. Fear not, this column won’t be an idyllic plea like, “Can’t we all just get along?” Perhaps Paul McCartney and the Wingssaid it best, “Live and Let Die.” (Yes, I do feel compelled to work a 007 reference in when I can.)
I can’t count the times I have looked at a plant and said “Oh, I used to have one of those.”
When I go to that Great Nursery in the Sky, will I be called to account for all the pots I forgot to water, the torture of perennials that had been beaten into submission by weeds, or the failure to put the needs of the plant over my own desires about placement and zone appropriateness? The neglected plants that starved? The forgotten pots that I brought home and never got planted?
Chances are good you know the rest of that quote, i.e. “to forgive, divine.” But have you ever thought about the truth of it? About why forgiveness might be deemed divine?
Have you ever considered that the lack of meditation means you’re likely to miss out on life’s everyday miracles? Even worse, you may not believe in daily miracles at all. Miracles aren’t always Hollywood epic. More than likely, if you’re looking for Hollywood epic every day, you’re going to be epically G.O.T. (Game of Thrones) disappointed. For those that didn’t go down the G.O.T. rabbit hole, it was a long (epic, remember), sometimes wonderful, sometimes horrifically compelling, always enthralling ride that skidded to a sudden, unsatisfying halt with blue-faced, angry fans that did NOT have a ball.