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Just in time - I thought. Just in perfect time.
I could set my calendar to the arrival of these masked clowns. Every year - it's sometime in this week. And here we are in this week..and there they are - again.
Returning - perhaps for the season's feast?
They make me smile as they jive and dive. They make me laugh as I watch them at endless play. They have a language and a way of being that is all their own. They beat to their own drums. Unique.
Yes - bring in those clowns. They're just in time.
At first - there was nothing. A river. A riverbank. An uninspiring ky of endless grey. Everywhere I looked - up down and under and behind - there was no life...no color. Nothing.
And then - it happened. Out of nowhere they appeared. First one...and then the other three. One swooped up and into the sky...the others followed. That same one - then - dipped down..and then up and then down and then up again. All in ther right place and in their just right line - the others did exactly the same.
I wondered about what it was he was doing? What game - perhaps - he was playing? Was he trying to get away and ahead of his pack? Was he trying to disappear from sight? Out of view?
Or - was he leading....knowing that the others would follow?
How do you do it? - he asked.
A good question....a one I had to ponder.
Is there any one good answer? Is there any advice I might find within me to offer?
It's really not that complex - I said. It's about showing up. It's about regularity..repetition..routine. It's about returning day after day and again and again. It's about feeling that something new and different in the same ol'..same ol' way.
No - it's not easy.....no one ever promised that. No - easy - it's not..nor ever will be.
But simple? Yes - simple...not complicated - I think it's that.