mindfulness and cat scratch fever
1. My law partner and good friend, Donovan Whibbs, turned (40) today. He says it doesn't feel much different than (39). It is easy to take for granted the solid influence of those who we share our professional lives with. I have been mindful of this lately. Additionally, my very capable assistant is moving on to new things at the end of this week and will be missed. People come and go and I am grateful for the friends I have gained over the years in this sometimes grueling profession.
2. I've been chewing on a Merton diary entry which speaks directly of his known obligation to write and think about those things which are divine. He also speaks of the not so clear obligation to write and think on things which are flatly and temporally of this world. I have felt this tension lately. As if my ability to think must be qualified by a broad range of capability - much having nothing to do with my spiritual condition. And while much of politics, foreign affairs, and even law, interests me - I must admit that there is a tendency to spend time on these topics out of sense of intellectual obligation. I feel no such obligation on matters of divinity. In years past I regularly forced myself to read things that I felt I ought to read, not necessarily because there was any organic interest or desire. This quandary has evolved in the context of writing. I have outgrown this for the most part as to reading. Perhaps, I will simply accept the lesson as it presents itself now. "But there are unprecedented things about us," I might counter. Yet, we can always convince ourselves that our time presents unique circumstances. Merton's raw observations on nuclear proliferation are perhaps most exemplary of this reality. Never in the history of man have we so adeptly and efficiently developed means of destroying ourselves. Marking our advancement with the capability of self destruction militarily, environmentally, and most importantly, spiritually. Yet, there is nothing new under the sun. We are simply discovering what has always been and finding our way amongst the atomic and spiritual mire.
3. I spent the morning in Alabama with a good friend working on an interesting civil rights case. On the long drive home, he told me the hysterical story of an attack which was undertaken against his neighbor's dog "Lil' Kim," as well as the dog owner's arm, by their nearly (15) year old cat. A less than bloody attack on a neighborhood sidewalk which I can only imagine would have been most entertaining to watch. All the more comical was the claim made against his homeowners insurance for medical bills and distress associated with the vicious incident. Additionally, I was educated on the fact that there are leash laws for cats in Pensacola. So, make sure you keep your bobcat on a line. A lawyer can only shake his head and laugh.