Today I woke with the radio in my head set to Simon and Garfunkel’s “El Condor Pasa” (you know it… “I’d rather be a hammer than a nail”).
And while I love the tune, I’d like to change the lyrics because, I’d actually rather be neither of those.
I’d rather be…
A feather, carrying a bird high in the blue sky, enjoying an elevated perspective above the clatter and rush, oblivious to pettiness and surrounded by freshness as I play hide and seek with clouds.
A child’s imagination, so open and borderless, soft and untouched by the scar tissue that forms as dreams are dashed.
A pillow, a soft landing spot for every weary head at the end of trying days.
Light, in its purest form, warming and illuminating, a prism of awesome colors, wielding my own special brand of disinfectant powers.
Fire, playing with the many sides of myself: The quietness that burns low in embers. The simple, symbolic single candle. Even the angst-filled part, the one that burns furious and spreads fast, that serves the gods of destruction by charring a path and the gods of creation by priming the ground for new growth.
A current, flowing down mountains and surging over rocks and meandering when I want to, ultimately merging with my sisters and brothers on our journey toward the sea where we swirl in the dance of life.
A magnet, attracting to me all the things I want in life, drawing them closer from every direction, creating an insulating circle of goodness while repelling negative forces.
Breath, alternately soft and sipping or deep and powerful, life’s true force, the door that leads to bliss.
And then I realize I already am all those things—we all are.
Every facet, every angle of the existence we want already exists inside of us. It’s just a question of believing, seeing and cultivating.
So I continue humming the tune, satisfied with the new meaning I’ve given it.
Tell me…what would you rather be?
Author: Becky Vollmer
Editor: Emma Ruffin