October 26, 2011 5 Comments
I’m attending my favorite conference this weekend. It’s been on my calendar for months and there’s a yahoo group for attendees of this conference. It’s the Emerald City Writers Conference sponsored by the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America chapter. It’s a 3 hour drive north and limited to 300 attendees. There will be three of us in one hotel room for the weekend. 😀
This is my 6th or 7th year attending and in those past years it was scheduled for the beginning of October, but, they chose a new venue and this year it is on Halloween weekend, hence the addition of a masquerade party and my mermaid costume. I’m involved with writing activities all year long but this is the one conference that I feel is a celebration of my passion with my friends.
Lots of people in my life get that passion concept (blessing! few get the passion concept!) – Ed’s passion is flying airplanes, my friends have passions for horses, farming, music… mine is story, everything about it, the words, the craft, the romance!
It was a real pain to lose a chunk of ceramic in my mouth while flossing last night. I knew there was a need to replace a dental crown but I really wanted it to be something I scheduled – in a few months. Nope. I’m an awesome dental patient, I hear this every time I go for my cleanings. I do the relaxed altered state with my mouth wide open – very well. But it’s annoying that I have a distracting temporary crown on my #19 molar. The permanent repair will be complete on 11/11/11 – at 1:00 pm.
While I could ramble about the numbers, and the lunar and stellar aspects of my dental issues (my sister stated Saturn is related to teeth issues) the reality is when I came home with a numb mouth and checked my email, I read an email post that put it all in perspective.
A woman named Bonnie will not be attending this awesome conference because her mom died today. Bonnie (who I’ve probably met at at least once in these years attending this conference) will be doing funeral duties instead of enjoying her passion. Been there, done that.
No matter how enlightened we become on our human journey, or what politics are in place to fight or support, shit happens and there is a reason for it. I’ll probably never know Bonnie’s journey but I appreciate knowing it is not one I am taking this year. My parents estate was settled in 2006.
No one life story super-cedes another. Death is the great equalizer. Until then, our passions are really what matters. So I’m going to hug all my friends with an extra delight, and I’m going to eat with intent not to harm my temporary crown.
Shit happens all the time but time is an individual construct and I’m going to enjoy being present in the moment.