Thursday May 24th 2012 Tim
Those of us prone to nihilistic
revere might look at either Solstice and declare it an opportunity to
cast aside the onerous and often unnecessary demands of the day to day,
enter the portals of debauchery, and remain there until either the day
to day or its constabulary come again to knock on the back door.
And I can well understand how such a moment may be cast into the stone
of theology. Christmas, for example, has its communion for
the strict observer. A sacred moment for many, I'm convinced.
Which is followed or preceded by gift giving and feasting to the point
of generally feeling ill and fed up with each other. Eid - which
celebrates the equally sacred moment when Abraham sacrificed a sheep
rather than his son - also has its equivalent of feasting to the
point of feeling ill. And I guess if you had the patience you
could travel the world to find numerous examples of how theological
understandings of "why?" tempt those of us prone to nihilistic revere by
dignifying gluttony and excess with what I will call the Occasional Hall
Pass. And I too remember the valiant phrase "Christmas in July"
that inspired so many of us.
I am, however, increasingly
convinced that Summer Solstice this year will for me include some sort of
ice cream, because this June Twenty First, I might still be under the
influence of a Job Creator, which means I would be obligated to feast to the
point of feeling ill or suffer the classic consequences of not even trying
to be a team player. In which case, I'd prefer not just that common or
garden vanilla ice cream, but something with the best of the milk and
caramelized sugars and those little bits that crunch, and which are kept
safe behind lock and key at the Grocery Store. Bread pudding with
raisins would be nice. And I'd like to fly to the City of Dublin for a
pound of pork sausages. Perhaps too I could have my tee-shirt
hand-laundered in Cairo where Nile water will leave it soft as ear lobes. As
well I would send for Matoki and Banana leaves, which means I'll need
charcoal. Naturally there will be Chicken Lobster from the West Indies to
roast on drift wood and several young Trout, from a river in Scotland,
to grill over the smoke from the sawdust of fresh Apple wood.
Necessary also, would be tambourines and interpretive dancing. And to
the question "why?" I could answer "06/21/2012. 23.09. GMT."