It’s been almost a month. Sorry! There were many events at the beginning of the month that somehow have debilitated me, emotionally, I think.
Three days ago we, Catholics, celebrated Ash Wednesday. A day that not only marks the beginning of lent but also reminds us of our mortality and vulnerability as human beings. A reminder that all that is left after death is spirit and a way to strengthen that spirit is through prayer, communion and fasting. The sermon then continues about Jesus’ 40 days in the dessert, his festive welcome to Nazareth? and inevitable death, on a cross, for my sins.
This day marks the beginning of my favorite season in my religion, Lent. Time to say “NO” to the body and mind, you can do without those, luxuries. I deprive you of coffee… you can’t have beef/pork… no more facebook for you. Or quiet the opposite… DO! You will donate an hour to community service a day, you will go to mass on Sundays, you will pray a rosary for all lost souls. The penance you carry is your own choice but it builds your character. It applies discipline and if you’re (spiritually) conscience of what you’re doing you learn a lot about yourself and the society we live in.
But although this builds spiritual character it is the camaraderie (communion) you build in your everyday lives that keeps you alive once you’re gone. On February 5, I was notified of the passing of a former colleague, one of my professional role models. After the shock and disbelief (which lasted a couple days) I slowly began to accept it. The community that gathered after the news spread was composed of his close friends who offered a closer look at the person he was. The caring, giving, accepting demeanor he showed me and I saw him offer to students on several occasions were authentic. He had a playful, sarcastic, some noted “playfully” instigating, side to him as well but that was reserved for his friends, the people he was more intimate with and with who he allowed himself to let loose. I saw tidbits of his funny sarcasm while we worked together, after all he did let me call him “Chente,” the ‘Barrio/Rancho’ Mexican shortening of his name like Bill is to William in English. It is this friendship that will keep him alive in those of us who were given the opportunity to know him.
“Ash to ash, Dust to dust,” Ash Wednesday is suppose to remind me of my mortality, for over 20 years it’s done exactly that but this last year I’ve been reminded of it four times in a more personal way. I’ve lost 4 friends/family unexpected, just ripped away. And although I wasn’t close to some at the time of their parting the time we had shared has shaped my present thoughts and person. At some point I thought they would make an appearance back in my life, but there were other plans made out for us. All I’m left with is they’re memory of the good times we shared, the lessons taught and for me to live in the life they couldn’t.
This Wuangochi is for you Sugely Chaidez Ubaldo (thanks for the visit last night), Bernardo Avila, Francisco “Ramon” Vargas, and Vincent Aihara… Que descansen en PAZ!
UPDATE on previous POSTS: Still hiking on weekends and began doing ZUMBA — loving that one!