Life is calling to me

Life is calling to me today.

“Hey you, come out and play!”

It doesn’t really care that last night’s canned Italian wedding soup is not sitting too well in my vegetarian body. It doesn’t really care that I was going to wake slowly and say my prayers.

No it’s too busy cracking really bad jokes – telling me Bruce Springsteen is right next to me, if I’ll open my eyes to see.

And before I knew it I was chanting Badlands and then saying, “Hey, let’s go have our coffee by the side of the road.”

David heard it too. So he cheerfully piled falling apart lawn chairs on top of his car and handed me a fox hunt platter piled with toast and coffee mugs.

Still, I resisted. “Take it easy on the bumps.”

“Just use your arms as shock absorbers,” he retorted, hitting the gas. As we pulled out of the driveway, I watched cups overflow and forgot to worry about chairs.

The sun was brilliant as we set ourselves down on the hillside overlooking the vista of redwoods. I was just getting ready for meditative bliss when David’s chair gave way and he toppled.

“See that’s how it’s done,“ he said, one hand rising victoriously from the heap on the mud, still holding a full cup of coffee.

Life’s calling to me today.

"Hey you, come out and play!”