Up at 3 AM as on every Tuesday for volunteer work. All loaded up now, pulling out of the warehouse driveway for the 20-mile weekly trip to Richmond.
900 pounds in the van, which the guys at the Emergency Food Pantry and I will unload in 5 or 10 minutes.
It’s really Spring now, sky starting to get light over San Pablo reservoir at 5:30.
By 6 I’m back in the van for the return trip across the miles of woodland, water and hills. Brought my harmonica today and as the sun rises, begin to play and sing—
And everything, everything begins to spill out of me in music, a whole life. Old songs with stories behind my knowing them: Jim Croce’s “Operator”, Dr. Hook’s “Queen of the Silver Dollar,” and the old Dylan ones like “Love Is Just a Four Letter Word”— playing each on the harp, wailing the words as can only be done on a day like this, a rooster crowing to the rising sun!
As they go on spilling out, the pull of my recent living and suffering gets connected up with all the old parts of me that loved and suffered before
until it’s all One and I’m ready for more, more life, bring it on!
All caught up now and ready. Because when you have this kind of Wake-up, you remember once more that only the Love is real.