A "movement marked by the regulated succession of strong and weak elements, or of opposite or different conditions" (Anon. 1971, 2537). Rhythm defined (Wikipedia).
The strong syncopated drum beat. Now to figure out the symphony surrounding it. ‘Tusk’ isn’t just the beat, it’s the chorus. Life gives you a beat. Not necessarily rhythmic. Not perfect heart-beat. Not flowing. The two-a.m. phone call. The job that’s just a paycheck---and barely that. The mother that needs to be dropped off and picked up. The family coming to visit. The E.R. visit that comes with a ticket for admission.
The plan; go bicycle riding around 8 this morning. I worked until 11:15 last night. Eight a.m.; still in rigor mortis. Nine-thirty a.m.; too late now for that morning ride. I can’t find a daily rhythm. An age-old challenge. Made more difficult with a move to a new living situation. Strength of desire vs. the practical application.
Now the melody. The strong elements are in place; usually chosen for us. Adorn the beat. So many things I want to get better at; so much to get done. The beat only allows a small space for an echo; for back-up percussion.
Day-to-day life is more chaotic than rhythmic. The challenge is to give ourselves grace for the ebb-and-flow and be decisive in setting priorities. I write, I ride, go to church and enjoy the wife. These are the chorus. The pacemaker echoes that keep my heart beating beyond the pounding of life. The rhythm isn’t automatic. The rhythm is a wrestling. As if that were a surprise!