last monday's holiday meant time for my uncle's cookout with extended family. shade and bloom and vegetable gardens make an oasis of a yard. fish ponds, a tree-hung hammock, and a big tire to twirl upon. familiar faces of every age reunite and dip into the eats upon eats stretched out on tables. how about a game of horseshoes or a swim?
it can be tempting to half-heartedly join the ritual, though. to think it's just another year, another family picnic, believing nothing has changed. to sit with one another neglecting the new is to deny that life is always birthing. maybe it takes some effort of forethought (or self-denial) to willingly engage others but it is no easier to play absent.
it takes work to choose stuck. the labor of grumbling is grueling. i choose participation instead.
one thing to herald this year is new kin within! there's the little one nearly bursting from me and there's my sister and cousin carrying their first children. we savor these precious beginnings. four of us, sister-cousins, sit on pool's edge. we dangle feet as we consider the wonders and absurdities of parenthood. we watch our relatives at play. we welcome whatever else conversation may bring. i even learn things i did not know i didn't know about these beloveds.
it is thankfulness to recall how far and deep our family ties do stretch, to know that time cannot break them. yet being sure to keep on sharing the steps and stumbles of today invites these dear ones into one's now. that's how the bond lengthens. strengthens.
and more of the timeless is born on a Fourth of July.
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