The Circle of Life
Having kind of a bizarre week. Within the close A-list of friends and family in my life, there was a wedding, a birth, and a funeral. It’s been a roller-coaster that has left me utterly drained, both physically and emotionally.
All three major life stages were represented in the span of just a few days, the never-ending cycle that has gone on since life first formed into distinct sexes, somewhere in the primordial soup that brought forth life on Earth.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m thirtysomething and about to become a parent myself, but I’ve found myself thinking about stuff like this a lot. My parents’ mortality. My own aging, and how I am not as resilient as I once was. My child, and how she will carry on a piece of me into future generations. It’s both terrifying and comforting, making me feel helpless against the demands of nature’s laws even as it illustrates a greater pattern that transcends such things and binds the universe together in order and harmony.
I’ve always heard people talk about these feelings, and thought I understood them, but there’s a big difference, it seems, between understanding them and feeling them yourself.
I think that was the last threshhold. I’m an adult now. I can’t deny it any longer.
Shit.
Or not.
Circle of Life
More like the Circle of Poo.
Between watching Dirty Jobs on your couch and this – there’s been a lot of poo in our friendship lately.