Letters To Shakespeare
Hello Shakespeare.
It was a Saturday morning and like every morning, rain or shine listening for the coffee maker’s final sigh rewarding my addiction with aromatic allure…ding ding…I poured my short cup and after the 3rd –and hopefully final morning pee - out the door for my three mile run. Not like I used to when training for races, I slowed down, shorter distances, no more 10 milers for the fun and beauty and glorious exertion. These days I listen to my feet (and all 10 toes) hugging the road, the rocks, sand, the grass in barefoot running shoes. The rhythmic sound of my forefoot striking earth – a reassuring breath in breath out – the sacred run intuitive brave feet sending instructions so that the whole shebang – body mind and spirit – can ask the perfect questions and how do I begin to hear a sister’s silence so that I can set her free…from me.
Come to think of it, how did we humans first discover we could ride a horse, and how do you suppose a horse learned distance and speed – with a person on it’s back no less? Look your horse in the eye, and then, ask for riding instructions. Study a rock and you will know how to carve it. The river will teach you about kayaking . Ask broccoli how to eat it, a snake how to dance together. Discover the mysteries inside an artichoke and how we come to know and eat it’s sacred heart.
Ah! What would it take to dismantle an Israeli West Bank Wall?
Shall we all just
Go to sleep?
To dream? Anymore?
PS. What if I heard my sister calling despite the wall between us. It’s our wall. We could build walls, ladders, climbing ropes – the distance between human and human is no barrier unless we dream it.
"Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect.. ( Hamlet 3:1)
What if user manuals were encoded into our moms, dads, sisters and brothers - into all humans?
With great clarity.
Then, there is no getting it wrong – nothing to conquer – it’s all spelled out.