There’s something lost, if we don’t hear the music and the laughter and the joy and the stories told by the wise ones.
I’m getting older, and in America today, it doesn’t suit me. The Millennials, the XY or Z Generation, the “kids of today” aren’t to blame. That’s certainly a finger pointed throughout history, I would cast an assumption. “Young people today just don’t know…”
But truly, young people today (young people EVER) just don’t know. Yet. And then there is supposed to be, as the late great Doc Paskowitz wrote, “Wisdom in the waves.”
I think of this now because I am seeking spiritual rejuvenation at a time in my life when it seems the world is running away and I prefer to walk in pursuit. There are a few things I’ve learned over time. Walk in your pursuit. Take notice. Smell. Listen. See. Listen. Hear.
BB King sat, both concerts I saw the great performer. His age and diabetes had slowed him down; it was the best way for him to connect with his audience, with the world, to be heard. He sat and he spoke. He spoke of being a share-cropping child, of his friends and mentors, of his loves, won and lost. And all of his stories came with a smile. With love. And with music.
Today I think less of a bucket list and more of a living remembrance. Do what you must do, but always laugh, play and – when needed – sit and have a party with fellow human beings.
I learned that from the King of the Blues, may he rest in peace.