Beautiful days to have a long drive in under the drizzles,stare into the cloudy horizon and on breaks along the way hit a Starbucks and drown a mug of boiling coffee,on oft days black Americano would do but on this chilly day a full cream Cappuccino sure steals the senses if only to ease the nerves into warmth.
The sun plays hide and seek with the heavy laden clouds;not really a battle of the titans this seems but a union in synchrony to the beauty that nature holds.Sure confuses the follicles on my skin and these are not many on this side of the Sahara,south to be precise as there is rarely much need for same.
The drizzles enhance upon my shield to the wind as nostalgic senses play to my awareness,shifting the course of flow from the skies through the drizzles down to the beauty of the sweet scent of earth into my nostrils and down to the tingle of my heart.Almost swims in a total desire for embrace but hey,I must drive to Church and listen to the good word you know?
Sitting here now I must admit the sermon was of a different nature to what my heart has grown accustomed to in ages;different to man and to me as well has been difficult in most cases to take in but who said different is bad?I mean,it could be the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to one,”different” that is.
If I am allowed to digress into ”different” by you my dear Treader then together let us tread down memory lane back to this wedding evening a fortnight back;how time flows by so fast however still remains a mystery and beauty in itself to me.Sketches of that evening however remain uncharted as the details are yet to play and jig into perspective little by little as the saw plays the puzzle into resonance.
The music played gaily in the back to an after party of my beloved friends Dave and Morena’s wedding,they splashed back-first into the blue infinity pool(not realistically but in my mind their love made it infinite) as cameras clicked away to sermon the beginning of their marriage journey.If ever I was to do a wedding my dear Treaders these two would be my wedding planners as what they had here was epic.
As all these happenings played calmly in my background,I got caught up in a discussion with one Patrick,he calls himself St. Patrick reasons for which I would never really tap a clear finger to;in my mind however he is Big Papa Pompin because the big guy is so full of humor if life is all but an illusion.To him however it is in the grasp of the hand and this takes me to think that we have all we would ever need handed to us yet we rarely if not ever take a moment to view it as thus and hence lose our focus on the merry in which life embodies for us.
At one turn of the discussion my dear St.Patrick takes a hold of my hand and puts it next to his then proceeds to ask me if there was any difference in the functionality and semblance of our variedly colored hands?His was light-skinned with an almost visible flow of blood whilst mine was a hue dark with no perceptible presence of the same.I looked in amusement as I laughed and told him the only difference I saw was in our colonized and hence enslaved minds but in reality non existed.
He laughed at this and then this overly serious person of him came into his face;”Seriously”,he proceeded to explain,”I have traveled the world and here I have stumbled upon the most amazing people I could ever have met in my walk of life.I have encountered a warmth so uncommon in my homeland as people I grew up knowing as different from books and movies yet the love I feel here is so intense and unimaginable;different to me thus is a beauty to relish and even cherish as this is not something to be afraid of but rather an essence to embrace and treasure,”.His expression ended with a question poised to me of,”What do you think PePa?”
I looked into his somber eyes and calmly told him that ”different” was totally beautiful and all we needed do was embrace and enjoy it while it lasted.
Back to the sermon then if we may my dear Treaders,it was different and the relay of the same was from a point of prodding to a point of deep contemplation.An aspect of giving that drove me from thinking about self and seeing all others in the same.Reminded me of one Rich Dad Poor Dad writer who said that anytime he really needed something from the universe he always gave the same back to it;well,he might not have put it in exactly those words but the point came through quite clear.
What I must admit is that the sermon today played quite a jig to my mind into thought and action rather than relay and loss of the same words.As Patrick or St.Patrick would have put it,I liked the preacher today because he didn’t preach but rather taught or almost had a conversation within the sermon.
Don’t you love when the man of God rises up and instead of forcing you into submission rather engages your thought process into an awakening ? I,must admit,that this my dear Treader would be my daily cup of coffee.
So back to this moment in present,I see the sun and clouds came into agreement to harmonize this afternoon into a unity of blue sky lovers and grey cloud melancholics and this my dear Treader is what we call an ultimate conversation……..more like making love,huh?
Till we encounter the Sketches that trailed the wedding and the glint’s reaction to same,enjoy this beautiful February weather as love takes center-stage.