Jubilation Act One
by Scott Creighton
While waiting for warmth from the kitchen faucet, the list 'things need a-doin' runs thru my head. A vastly different list than the unfamiliar ones that had taken up residence there lo these past few days.
How quickly we can fall back into the comfortable routines without a thought or a care in the world about the trivial miracles that makes them possible.
Warmth. Then hot. Joy, elation even jubilation as I greedily splashed my face.
I wouldn't be well liked in the wasteland. It's good to know one's self after all these years.
Before 5am I was already on my second load of laundry. Cold only. Can't run the risk of another frosty shower. More jubilation to come but that moment is all mine. Nothing more too say.
Put away the trappings of that previous life. Make ready for the day. Empty the ice tray. Fill it back up. Oh no. Phone down to 99%. Plug it back in.
You never know. The '7 Ps' Learned em from my dad. God rest the prick's soul.
How many of us could do a year? A decade or two? Four days was enough for this young soul.
In Gaza they wait. They persevere, endure, outlast and survive. They wait.until the world catches up and when they will know a jubilation unlike any we have felt since Magna Carta, since July 4th 1776, since July 2 1964, since Aug. 18th 1920, since Jan 1st 1959, since June 19th 1865.
Four days. Behind us now. Looking forward. The dryer is done. The commonplace miracles that enhance our lives no longer taken for granted, for a day or so.
Four days to know what too many others know across this world of plenty. Not that far away. Just down the street, on the corner, with a sign.
Four days to put into context with a short plug on a long blog.
Four days, just a glimpse at what we are and what we are not.
It is said he will not put in your path that which you cannot overcome as he gives you off-ramps to take at anytime when the hajj becomes to burdensome.
Time to fold the clothes, pick today's trappings and start another load for the banal miracle.
Shower awaits. As does the day. Let's see where it takes us... and how long it takes to forget just how blessed we are.