The theme keeps popping up..."show up!"

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Yesterday, Easter Day for Christians...Catholics especially, this image of the back of my yard was present.

The spray head hides under ground for multiple hours, days, till activated by some mysterious schedule set by the HOA, and the water pressure pushes up the shaft at the top of which is the spray head, that opens its precious liquid to the water starving plants.

And it seemed to me that were the shaft not to come up and expose itself to the plants, its design purpose would be futile - unused, wasted, one museum-piece. Protected from the surroundings, its nature would be - in a sense - meaningless, and unseen, as it is buried deep in the ground...

On the other hand, were it activated, not by its own forces, but by some agencies beyond itself, the shaft would ascend onto the terrain above, expose itself to the surroundings, and engage in allowing a higher design purpose disperse life-giving water thru it. And once done, the affected elements of the garden, now doused in rich, fresh water (sulfur-smelly FL well water!), would enjoy a much needed shower - a gift? - maintaining life in their midst.

And somehow that translated to my, our, life as human beings. Staying within the silo of our ego fortresses, built painstakingly throughout the years of life's experiences, would not only make our lives meaningless, but would channel us into a rut of slow, gradual deterioration and thus, despair and finally, expiration. Not so, were we to jump out of our shells - "show up!", a friend would encourage me years ago - and that jumping out, would somehow inject life back thru bridging the fear of leaving the secure, protective silos. And that presence, the mere 'being' thus exposed, would become a sharing - gifts - to and with those 'there', who in turn would be nourished by the experience of our meeting.

Wauuuu!, as a dear friend writes in exclamations!

And then, today, who comes around? Nepo. The day after, April 17th., made special by the birthday celebration of my grandson - GJ, Nepo offers in the thought of the day:

"...Over and over, the cup we need to drink from, the ancient everhealing cup of wholeness waits beyond some deep chasm we are afraid to cross. ..."

...we sometimes dare to step into the void. Whether that void is a chasm of purpose or self-esteem or a ravine in relationship or a canyon of addiction, this crazy-wisdom step-that begins with risk and lands in trust-reveals a foundation that was there all along, but which is only made visible by our risk. ..."

Somehow, someway, St. Francis comes to mind, especially the Blessed Giles of Assisi, one of the saint's companions...and their writing in a/the similar spirit.

Wauuuu!!! May I not be a coward...but, that business of showing up?...agggghhhh!