A January Saturday, the nick of winter, however but Mother Nature unwraps the gift of a present sunny day, not that cold, 45º F, to just go back to basics.
While I get disconnected from my gadgets I enjoy my second coffee and finish my 3rd magazine: The sensation of a sheet of paper in my fingers, the smell, and the energy exudes from the tropical and Caribbean music (specially, merengue from the Dominican Republic.) And at the same time I read the articles in Wired magazine classical merengue bands are making my morning: Coco Band, Chichi Peralta and the talented Juan Luis Guerra from late 90s early 2000 (year when technology just took a new path a little bit distant from being human, becoming intrusive… I think.
The smell of coffee floods the kitchen reaches the backyard thanks to all the opening and closing of the sliding glass doors dividing the out there and the inside here at the house. I smile when I see the kids, my mother in-law, my wife, all enjoying this fake summer day. The hitting machine was the main attraction of the day. The kids were fully concentrated laughing and batting. Every time Mrs. Fridaylover went to the bat the volume of the laughs went up making her remember her day job.
Another sip of coffee. The day is moving at a soft and light pace. I discover that element that catalyzes time and moves it forward in an extremely fast way: To become alienated in a small window of the world outside. And yes, it is easier to pretend to change our own virtual world by selecting what we want to show and perceive in the others. In this virtual world there are thousands relationships and contacts where seldom a true human exchange is achieved, an exchange of energy, feelings, ideas or any human gesture. Even worse, that little luminous window shows places where we have half-physically been in order to show the “best” of us, claiming with it the beauty of the present moment, of what is not perfect.
The concept of reality is increasingly modified even though that same reality is subjective to the eyes seeing it. I am one of those who think that a sunny day is more enjoyable after several gloomy days. How were we able to admire what’s beautiful if what’s not beautiful was absent?
To go back to basics is to go back to what is human. That is what differentiates one another while making us special as human race. The basics is what makes us be dynamic rather than static as it is in movement where life itself resides, which is what we go through when we are connected to the little luminous window that produces a nuisance before its time.
We indeed have the power to go back to basics, to show our hues and dark and light sides. We have the power to discover beauty in the dualities and to feel the self-realization of turning those dark sides into light, to others, to the real world.
To go back to basics connects us to our senses instead of to sensors. It helps us dream, to be, to change what seemingly is unchangeable, and to be humans. At the end that is what we are: Imperfect human beings moving toward perfection.
I am finishing my coffee. And with it I finish my journey with words, my attempt to go back to basics with the pure and simple intention of giving away an instant of me, of what I am, without the fear to open up myself and that you read inside yourselves this that I feel. I get ready to continue enjoying this Saturday, and the monthly vegan buffet at “Loving Hut”.
One last idea pops in my head while I say goodbye: A new day in the week for weekends, between Saturday and Sunday, a day with a name such as “uranium”, a day totally devoted to rest our bodies, souls, and spirits… and to go back to basics.