Saturday, January 23, 2010

now we begin....again.

My dad sounded at least half incredulous (and simultaneously forceful, as if anyone who didn't agree could be convinced simply by his speaking more declaratively) on the topic of the passage of time: "'t goes faster every year. I don't know how it happens, but the years just start blurring together!"

Falling on the ears of a child weeping at the end of the magical Christmas season, too-aware of the distance from Epiphany to Advent, his words held no comfort; rather, they just illustrated how little he understood my grief at the passing of this wondrous time. Same thing when I yearned for summer vacation to begin--or cried at the end of the Ashtabula County Fair week--or waved through tears to my grandparents as we drove away from their home after a visit; through the seasons of life, he kept telling me that time moved in a blur and I kept wishing he'd understand that the NEXT Christmas, the next fair, the next visit would not be the SAME, that we would NEVER be "here" again, and that even so, time moved so slowly that the wait for the next Christmas/fair/visit/etc seemed intolerably ponderous.

The significance of the passage of time--and a thousand tangential themes--haunts, challenges, amuses and preoccupies me; always has, I think. 

Imagine, then, my amusement as this new year, this new decade begins:

I sign into blogger.com, intent on upholding a pseudoquasiResolution to write more, and to do at least some of that writing in a blog. I click through the paces to set up a new blog, but the name I choose is taken already (Grrrr: I mean, I'm pretty sure that *I* have some sort of cosmic right to the name RuahKampf.)

Didn't take too long to figure it out: the owner of that blog reserved it nearly five years ago. There's just the one set-up post. She's 2005 ME. Yup, it's my blog. One post long--from half a decade ago. 


How could I have set up a blog five years ago and then just never really come back to it?
Who was I on that day--the day before my birthday, no less?
What did Paula.2005 mean to say?
And why did she take five years to find her way back here?
How fast do the days 
and weeks
and months
and years
.....oh, hell: and decades(!)
pass?

And can I capture at least some wee glimpses of the breath, the spirit, the struggle, the challenge, the LIFE in a day
week
month 
year 
decade
.....one entry at a time?


That's what I'm about here, I suppose. 

And that 's what the name is about: ruah is the Hebrew word for both breath and spirit; kampf, the German for struggle, fight, challenge. For years I've gone on about the intensity and wonder, the profoundity and delight of entering into the life sustained by breath and spirit, the struggle to keep breathing and keep living spiritedly in a challenging universe, the beauty and worthiness of conspiring toward the good.

In daylights, in midnights, in sunsets, in cups of coffee and words of entries--at least some of the fleeting, astonishing, amazing, challenging, spirited moments (if not seasons) of life will show up here along the way. 

'Cause Dad is right: 't goes faster every year. 

And I don't wanna miss a thing.


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