There are more reasons than I even imagined for having Bodhi and Link come into our lives. Of course, there is the obvious: play, running, roughhousing, getting the brain off the sometimes dreary business at hand, and so on, but I now suspect that something deeper has been at play, namely, the power of their innocence—something I have been missing for quite some time.
It’s easy to throw in the towel to tragic and perverse world events. To keep one’s eye focused on the dark state of affairs—to fuss about the future—to be a bad news junkie. It’s easy to come to the gloomy conclusion that no one or nothing makes a real difference anymore—a downward spiral being inexorable, and inevitable. But my better instincts, mostly silent amid the fracas and fury of everyday life, are that: murmurs of hope and promise, ingenuity, invention, the spark of imagination, the endless march and narrowing chasm between science and faith, all usually ignored by most prime-time talking heads and men of letters, are waiting in the shadows, at any given moment ready to rise out of the mud and pulp.
These days I read out loud before I nod off. (I think the boys like it.) I’m fascinated by the lost gospels discovered at Nag Hammadi, carbon dated 50 to 100 ad. Such an interesting change of perspective from the usual: how a woman, in this case, Mary Magdalene, plays such a key role, according to these parchments, in the furthering of a burgeoning new philosophy that would build a great civilization in the coming two millennia. How the men surrounding her were envious, and in some cases, downright hostile toward her, regarding her station as a woman having rank and privilege and a unique relationship with Christ. I read on, a bit amazed, wondering if the lost scrolls, if ever introduced to and understood by the mainstream would be the old guard’s ultimate undoing. We’ll see.
I admit that some of my interests are somewhat off the beaten path, strange to some, and not exactly Billboard pop-chart-bound. At times my ‘leisurely pursuits’ are quite baffling and out of whack with my life as a musician. Yet, when I look into the innocent eyes of Bodhi or Link, I somehow know that whatever I am after, whatever dark, winding road lies ahead, whatever puzzling pages need be turned so as to have a better grip on myself and the world around me, those innocent eyes express so simply what I deeply sense has been here long before the inception of the stars in the heavens, and will live on way beyond our time.