Let There be Frisbee

I fell in love over a game of Frisbee about 36 years ago. The game lasted for many of the light months that year, and over the season my friend and I developed a spirit of cooperation and synchrony that I’ve rarely matched since. Every morning, late morning, we’d meet in Riverside Park in New York and toss the Frisbee back and forth. Our accuracy became deadly, our devotion to each other apparent as we leapt over benches or did face plants in the dust to catch the occasional throw that went astray. Dropping the Frisbee was not an option, would have been a betrayal of our connection. People stopped to watch us, but seldom joined in. After we’d had enough, we’d go eat a revolting breakfast at the local diner. I worked at night as a waitress, and he made his living playing chess.

I ended up behaving very badly in that relationship. It was my destiny, perhaps, to keep my date with my darkness, and I went into a nosedive that brought me back up to light here in California. He ended up with someone better equipped to love him, a woman who became the love of his life.

I’m remembering this today because my husband of almost 30 years and my 14-year-old son invited me to play Frisbee this afternoon. I didn’t even think of saying no, as the three of us haven’t done much of anything besides watch a movie together in more time than I’d like to acknowledge. And it’s the day after Beltane, the date that begins the light half of the year. The celebration of Beltane is also an admonishment, a reminder to nurture and keep safe what we will want to harvest later on; for while light always cycles around, what we birth into that light can easily vanish, stolen by faeries or dead of neglect.

It is not enough to simply let life happen. Light is always available to us – seasons and cycles are holographically inherent in every breath we choose to take – but life happens as a product of our willingness to participate. Even true surrender, whether it be to darkness or to light, is more than a mere cessation of activity; it is a choice, a step we take in one direction or another: to produce or to rest, to create or destroy, to connect or retract. Wisdom, as ever, is knowing which to do when. There is a purgatory to which we default when we abdicate our power to engage in life. I know because I’ve been there.

Playing Frisbee with my family today I noticed we’re a little rusty; it’s been a hard winter. But I like that we said yes to each other, that we agreed to go out together in the beautiful sun and toss around a piece of bright pink plastic, even though we’re busy or tired or beleaguered or sad. Today we chose to engage in the simple act of catching what was thrown to us and sending it on, giving it our own spin. We chose, however briefly, to play together, to celebrate the return of possibility. It was a wise choice to make.