A Tribute to MLK day
Parting Toasts
A very real moment occurs: The clash of glasses still resonates, the words of a toast having just culminated with communal cups raised, temporarily directing meaning or intention to what was said, unifying the presence of the group under that guise...Tally ho, go team, God bless, God speed, make your fast faster, to you, us, and all those....
Then cups draw distance, eyes meet like a poker read, the mark made, understanding conveyed more than basic ritual connotes, and then... The toast, the speech, the dream….it’s all a pep talk....
Or it’s about how I like to imagine that the people of the world are their own wizards, their own Gods, that their will be done as they wield the secret weapon of genuine sincerity at their surroundings with strong intention. But this is just talk. The real dream team consists of all sort of players who simply get in their game, play their guts out, and finish it to the end only to do it again, a little better, a little harder, the next game. You can't coach this. Thunder is nothing without lightning without….
The focus is brilliant execution, followed through with a deep rumble of heart.
So yeah, I guess something that can light a fire under our asses isn't necessarily a bad thing. I just want to believe that it shouldn't be needed, somehow that fire stays lit by the individual's own accord. It's the fire of life.
Each of us takes our own course of action. What happens, regardless of what just occurred, speaks to our individual stakes in the matter. A moment after the toast and we are doing what we do and will.
That’s when you take the drink. Not a sip, you swallow hard at it. You don’t take it lightly. It’s strength provides a warmth. Drink in the life.
And finally it's your opportunity to retort, one chance to empower your active voice.
You got something to say about it? Let’s hear it.
