Nice Smooch, What’s The Takeaway?
Perspective on the fragility of life, of course, and the endgame. We are all going to take that walk into the sky before long. I think of death as just nature’s way of killing us, and elephant journal readers are not strangers to the topic. So when it comes, how can we best be ready for this rascal? (I’m getting to the kiss.)
The best movie scene in human history is, of course, the final moments in Thelma and Louise. Show me I’m wrong with a link in the comments, I dare ya. (And can I just say here: if you have not watched the movie, stop reading this post. Really. Go watch it and then don’t even bother returning here. I’ve read it all the way through, it’s not that good.) Everything about that final scene is right, the gun, the dirt from the wheels, Johnny Law running, and the soul-crushing music.
But we are talking here, about that kiss.
Watch it, buddy.
Why is that deep green convertible T Bird Kiss so full of promise? It is a goodbye on wheels, literally. These two are about to cross the final line, it is done, through, over and finished, but that stolen moment is as epic in potential as pulling three queens in a game of five-card draw with your aggressive father-in-law. That kiss is everything any of us has, and more.
The kiss is bigger, by nine lifetimes of the black sea turtle, than the three seconds to which the plot confines it. Brighter than Maya Angelou. It is sweeter than that nephew of yours whose photo you keep waving around. (I’ve been meaning to tell you, by the way, he’s pug ugly.) That kiss is the universe, a puppy, flowers in your kitchen. That kiss is the balls.
Can I have it?
I want to approach my avocado sprouts bagel the way Louise approaches Thelma. The movie suggests that every moment is eternal. Can I sort myself out, and wake up enough to bring everything I have, to kiss the moment? How?
That kiss is the ultimate surrender, happening during the ultimate surrender, within the context of a flat refusal to surrender.
It is life with chrome handlebars, mister. That kiss is the hand-lettered tee shirt on a mountaintop on a windy day that says “Defy!” Did you hear me? I very much doubt it.
The gift for us is the awareness. Louise brings every fiber of her being to that kiss, undistracted in what is a pretty busy afternoon. We have the chance to bring similar aliveness and attention to any moment. Cultivating that capacity is worthwhile. If our minds are in the right state as we cross over, do we begin our next life from a better place? Either way, don’t you crave that your passage out of here be not a crawl but a flight?
Is it possible that, like a hip-opening class where an hour and ten minutes have been paving the way for you to bust warmly into that full pigeon, our whole lives are preparation for that moment just before death? Do you think there was a special on question marks at writers’ mart today or something?
Can daily meditation and prayer awaken us not only to moments when we should refrain from kicking the cat, but also pave the way for flight freedom when there are no turns left? I hope so. I pray so.
And meanwhile, let’s kiss, with every fiber of our beings, everything that comes within kissing distance.
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. How to Love a Woman who Scares You. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. I Still Think of You. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. How My Sister’s Death Transformed my Self-Perception.