Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?—every, every minute?
~ Thornton Wilder
Tonight, for the first time, I watched the beautiful, artistic play, Our Town, by Thornton Wilder. I’m a new fan.
I was intrigued from the start – the stark stage – the direct address to the audience – the raw naked truth about life and death in all its simplicity. As the story unfolded, I became more and more moved, until I was wiping my eyes and sniffing at the end. When the lights came up, my son was also fighting back his tears, and he said to me in a shaky voice, “That was really sad,” to which I responded, “Yes… I cried, too. That’s a sign of good art – when it makes you feel your emotions.”
I loved that he “got it.” Meanwhile, my middle child looked bored and oblivious.
I’ve come to a lot of realizations during these 6 post-divorce years. But probably the most important one is how to connect with Life. I can’t say I realize life every, every minute, but I think I’m pretty damn close when I’m running, and sometimes, if I’m really lucky, that spills over into the rest of my non-running life, too.
Today I ran 6 miles and felt the dissolving of time and space as I traveled on foot the ground I had just covered in the car. The car trip seemed to take awhile; it actually seemed like nothing to run it. The same tractor sat at the side of the road – the same houses and trees and signs went by – but it’s so different to be init. My feet strike the earth and I’m connected to it. Some unseen force swallows me up into a beautiful bubble for an experience that cannot be had from a window.
I’m filled up with gratitude tonight – it’s spilling out of my eyes and flooding my heart with warmth that’s radiating down to my fingertips and toenails.
Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you!~ Emily, Our Town