About a week ago I went to visit a friend. She seems to operate on CP time, so I was hanging out waiting for her to come home. Close to her house is a playground and, since it was empty, I decided to plop my ass/arse/butt on a swing.
First, I should explain CP time. Specifically, it’s “Coloured People Time” which anyone who uses the term will tell you means they are virtually always a few minutes late. I have grown to adore CP time. White folk are too frigging uptight about time anyway. I learned this term recently (thanks S) and if you have ever been to the Caribbean, you know about it first hand. Everything slooowwwws waaayyy dooowwwnnn.
Eyrie, you in Jamaica now, mon. We be takin’ it slow. Got some great ganja to get you in island rythum, mon.
As it turns out, I tend to attract folks who operate on CP time and, for that matter, I also seem to have become an enthusiastic punter of said timing myself. It’s amazing what we can learn and enjoy by meeting new people from different cultures. Cool shit like CP time! Don’t get uptight… get down-loose, mon.
Right… back to the swing.
So, I climbed aboard the hunk of conveyor belt hung on chains and kind of moved my feet like I was on a rocking chair. You know… just gently moving back and forth listening to the birds fornicating in the trees, hearing a dog barking… probably at a squirrel, watching the clouds turn into lobsters, dragons and roasted chicken… just hanging out.
Then the kid in me decided to materialize.
I started swinging a bit more. No-one could see me easily from the road and there were bushes behind me. It wasn’t long before my feet left the ground and I was swinging higher and higher.
A huge smile broke out on my face.
The higher I went, the more I remembered being a kid and how the simpler things in life were so exciting. Childhood things like swimming in the lake, climbing a tree to the crown and having the entire top of the tree snap off, riding your bike over a ramp like Evel Knievel ultimately using your face skidding in the dirt for brakes. Stuff like that. Higher I swung, my view of the world changing each moment from sand and grass to sky and clouds and back.
Then, I got the bright idea to close my eyes.
Holy crap! The sensation was superb, scary and heady! It reminded me of so many things that excited me through life; diving with sharks, standing on a mountain top seeing lush valley below and heaven above, holding a newborn baby (my nephew), the Parthenon, my first roller coaster ride, holding hands, seeing someone’s soul through their eyes… unconditional love. It reminded me how we cannot live life unless we seek out extraordinary moments and there are extraordinary moments in everything we see.
Life is lived through a soaring heart with angel’s wings.
I could see the road from where I played. My friend showed up shortly after my exhilarating ride and I made my way to meet. My heart was light, my mind was clear and I was meeting a dear friend. I know of nothing better. I must remember to thank her for being a bit late and allowing me to be a CP time swinger. Hmm… perhaps, she’ll join me next time.
Life is so much better shared.
I love it!
I remember once, in my 20′s, deciding to roll myself down a hill like we used to do when we were kids. You know, lying on your back with arms held tight at your chest, and then rolling over so that you tumble to the bottom of the slope.
It was wonderful! even if it hurt more than I remembered and the bottom half of me rolled faster than the top half.