It was OR I was
I was sitting in church a few
Sundays ago,
And my attention wasn’t focused on
the pastor…
I was instead concentrating on my
breathing.
I was thinking about my diaphragm
contracting,
Increasing the volume of my
thoracic cavity, allowing air to flow in
Down the concentration gradient, from the high pressure of outside, into my lungs.
The oxygen from this air was
absorbed into the blood through the alveoli,
And the blood traveled down the
pulmonary vein to that big lump of muscle,
My heart.
Oh how my heart beats!
(I know how it beats; the Sino-atrial
node sends an electric pulse to stimulate coronary muscle)
Oh how my blood flows!
(I know how it flows; from veins to
the right atrium, then the right ventricle, and then through the arteries.)
Oh how my muscles move!
(I know how they move; calcium
floods the sarcomere, causing proteins on the actin filament to move and allow
the myosin heads to attach to actin filaments).
I was definetly not focused.
But this knowledge had some intrinsic value as I sat in the sanctuary.
But this knowledge had some intrinsic value as I sat in the sanctuary.
I then thought of the sensations
these omnipresent physiological processes allow.
They let us move, breathe, smell,
see, hear, feel, laugh, remember, eat, poop
What a blessing!
At this most basic level, I didn’t
know where to direct my gratitude.
I have a lot of thanks built up,
and it is precious to me.
I don’t want to waste it.
So, I’ll thank the people I know
can hear me.
The ones that I have shared these
experiences with.
It was fun to laugh until it hurt
with Marin in World Religions last year.
It was good (but a bit scary) to
get way too competitive in Pictionary. (Sorry Abby)
It was hard to go to a memorial
service for a grieving friend and family.
It was exciting to learn about and
investigate the world through my teachers.
It was stressful to plan out my next
four years.
It was hilariously difficult to
fight off senioritis (still is)
It was cathartic to sing and act
with a group of like-minded peers.
It was depressing to read our novels
(1984, The Stranger, Woman at Point Zero)
It was necessary to be exposed to
hard concepts (1984, The Stranger, Woman at Point Zero)
It was sweet to build life-long
friendships with a group of awesome teenagers.
This list is not exhaustive, but I
am exhausted.
Thanks for the memories!
(And the ones to come, I’m
realizing that we still have more school)
(Which is a good thing)
(Right?)