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!
1 comment:
Well said my friend. Sometimes a pounding march like beat, i picture large drums slow and steady as if going to an execution or a rapid fire of snare drums indicating the constant rhythm of attacks from the evil one
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