Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Not Yet Ready - Reprise

Spirituality can be severed from both vicious sectarianism and thoughtless banalities. Spirituality, I have come to see, is nothing less than the thoughtful love of life. [Spirituality for the Skeptic] - Robert C. Solomon

Wiki says, Robert C. Solomon (September 14, 1942 – January 2, 2007) was a professor of continental philosophy at the University of Texas at Austin in the USA. His interests were in 19th-century German philosophy—especially Hegel and Nietzsche—and 20th-century Continental philosophy—especially Sartre and phenomenology, as well as ethics and the philosophy of emotions. Solomon published more than 40 books on philosophy, and was also a published songwriter.

Even though I age, I am not done yet. I lean into this, not because I believe I am younger than I am, nor that I am so healthy, nor that I am still strong, but that the job is not done. I am still doing my job, following my call, doing my part. This is heart talk, soul talk. I say this tonight because it is true tonight. On other days, and maybe tomorrow morning after struggling as I do to get out the door and go to work (because even putting on socks as I am required to do as part of the work uniform is a fucking chore! and really hurts and I don't want to any more!) I will frankly say if God took me this day it would be okay. And it is. But I know I am not done yet.

This poem first posted on March 28, 2009

Not Yet Ready

Sometimes I look at
The wide blue sky and feel my
Toes curl, grow long claws.
I know I must sink
My claws into the prairie earth
So deep, lock so tight
That this whirling world
Will not throw me off headlong
Into some unplanned
Future. My soul knows me well.
I am not ready to go.

Written December 17, 2008 9:41 AM


  1. Love your work Christopher....

  2. Yes, you do have a way with words.

  3. Thank you, Linda, Kass. You are both kind to me.

  4. I am ready too Christopher. Have so long been. But I'll not be the one to remove pot from stove and serve raw roast. Wouldn't be fair to those gathered in my kitchen. And while the process of getting "done" continues, so too, the pleasing aroma. It smells mighty good in here. I sure loved a good roast...back when I ate such things.

    Love that poem! Tenacity of soul.

  5. Annie, thanks. I like your opinion of your work, that it is savory to others as well as good for you to do. May it stay that way for you.


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