Lately, I keep hearing life say to me, “enjoy me”— enjoy the miracle that I’m still alive and have been feeling great for the past 11 months.
I can often be a serious and earnest guy. Lately, I keep hearing life say to me, “enjoy me”—enjoy the miracle that I’m still alive and have been feeling great for the past 11 months.
Recently, I’ve been getting lots of help practicing enjoyment, including from the Fairy Foundation, which paid for me and my kids to go hang gliding yesterday. We flew along the bluffs of the Mississippi River, next to eagles, hawks, and vultures. Last week, my family, friends, John Muir, and others made it possible for me to spend 4 days sitting and walking in an old growth redwood forest in California.
Shortly after my first surgery, I posted the following poem from Teresa of Avila. At that time, I was in the hospital seeking to enjoy having a tube in my back draining spinal fluid. Learning enjoyment from hang gliding and redwoods has been a different kind of lesson in enjoyment, but my medical experiences came in handy while hang gliding. In the middle of my flight, I started to get nauseous from our quick turns in the updrafts. I angled my head so I wouldn’t throw up on the glider or the pilot. Then I remembered navigating through nausea in the hospital, and took deep breaths and avoided throwing up. Learning enjoyment in flight and in the hospital weren’t entirely different.
During the flight, I thought of friends who are in the hospital and hospice now, wanting to take them on the flight with me.
“Enjoy Me.” Just these two words He spoke changed my life.
What a burden I thought I was to carry --
a crucifix, as did He.
Love once said to me, "I know a song,
Would you like to hear it?"
And laughter came from every brick in the street.
And from every pore in the sky.
After a night of prayer, He changed my life when He sang,
— Teresa of Avila