Showing posts with label gift of time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gift of time. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Gift of Time

I can't believe that it's almost Father's Day.  I just finished celebrating Mother's Day! For my Mother's Day gift, my daughter had bought us tickets to see the Emerson String Quartet play Dvorak at Chicago's Symphony Center and the concert was yesterday. 


What a fantastic time we had! I realize that not everyone likes classical music but for me it was almost a spiritual experience.


Dvorak is known for using folk melodies as a basis for more complicated pieces. At times those melodies bathed me in a stream of warm comforting honey. Later, as the pace of the music picked up, notes galloped and chirped their way into my consciousness and lifted me to a sunrise in the Sangre De Cristo mountains. The violinists, violas, cellist, and pianist (for one of the pieces) enchanted us for more than 2 hours. To me time stood still and I wanted it never to end. 


There was no place I would have rather been than listening to my favorite music with one of my best friends, my daughter. And when she draped her arms around my shoulders and rested her head on mine I took a snapshot of the moment in my memory. Now that she's an adult, such displays of affection are less common than they used to be.


I'm no music critic and I don't know all the ins and outs of classical music, but I'm sharing this moment, just so that when you think about what to get your dad for Father's Day, perhaps you might consider spending time with him doing something that he loves.


The time is so much more valuable than the stuff! It really is!

Monday, April 14, 2008

Self Gift




The best gifts have a way of breaking through life in a flash, in a gasp, only to disappear when self consciousness moves in.

When I meet you on your terms, when I turn myself upside down, you spring to life and grace me with immeasurable joy. I forget the me and for just a second I become the you.

It never seems to happen when we schedule it. It never seems to happen when I ask for the gift. It only happens when I self-gift

Moments like this happen every day with fathers and daughters, with mothers and sons, and with sisters and brothers. How can we find the gift in those who are marginalized because of circumstances beyond their control. How can we find the gift in the person who we consider "the other?" 

Have you ever thought that you needed to perfect your life or make your first million before you could contribute to the lives of others? 

Maybe not. Perhaps we could give the gift of self any time even in the midst of overwhelming grief.