VOL. 128 | NO. 233 | Thursday, November 28, 2013
Renewal of Life
By Dan Conaway
LOOK FOR THE WONDER. REPEAT. I wrote about this last year. This year, just last week, it happened again.
Right outside my window is a ginkgo tree, and another on the other side of the house. Every fall they engage in an ancient mating dance, a spectacular competition for attention. So exhausting is the effort, it doesn’t last long. So intense is the result, it’s explosive. And then it’s gone, leaving only a memory.
One morning they’re both green, a bit less green by afternoon. Overnight, they turn. The next morning, they shed light, a brilliant yellow so bright it shines through window shades and burns off gloom, a yellow that turns every other yellow green.
And the next day, it seems, it’s all gone. Their leaves fall as one, leaving the host naked and alone, covering the patio and everything on it with their loss.
“Watch your step out there,” Nora said, “the dogs just left a message in the ginkgo leaves and I got it.”
So it goes. One day, it’s all beautiful. The next day, it all turns to crap. Or maybe that’s not the message at all.
My family has been visited by death, near death and deadly threat, by deceit and heartbreak, by cancer in varying form, by Alzheimer’s and plain old dementia, by diabetes, alcoholism, kidney disease and kidney stones, emphysema, bankruptcy, divorce, blown dreams and blue toe, broken bones and torn muscles, curved spines and crooked deals, stupid mistakes and senseless loss, rejection and reflux, gum disease, blood disease and general disease.
And I’m due for a check-up.
But we’ve also been visited by each other, by shared experience and gained appreciation, by children and grandchildren, by a lot of friends and a lot of delightful silliness, by unforgettable moments and uncontrolled laughter, by faith and hope, and love. And by waking up today.
We’ve been visited by the privilege of life, the gift of perception, and the opportunity of choice.
Last Thanksgiving, the 1-year-old was bleeding on several adults and three dogs, on everything and everybody, as she screamed her way around the big room. The tip of her finger had been nipped by errant fingernail clippers and she was a fountain of misery. A bit later, she was wearing her very first Band-Aid and a very big smile as she held it up high and waddled across the same room to proudly show it to her grandfather.
All better now.
The ginkgo trees are regarded as living fossils, literally writing their history in stone dating back almost 300 million years. And they’ve done that dance every one of those years a few billion times around the world, and right outside my window. To see the wonder of it, I only need to look.
The ginkgo trees don’t leave you with a memory, they leave you with the promise of their return.
This year, that 1-year-old is 2, and she’s just been joined by a brand-new baby brother.
I’m a Memphian, and, this week, I’m especially thankful.
Dan Conaway is a lifelong Memphian, longtime adman and aspiring local character in a city known for them. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.