First of May

Today is a Special Day for desiderata -- a day of celebration, coinciding with MyDayofR&R this year. Though I spent time this morning (to be chronologically correct, the hour just before entering this auspicious day as young Christoper, of the DOGgone book, remember?, would have wanted to record it, I was working from 11.00pm last night (Saturday -- no, there was no Boston Public episode) so that I could uplink the Epilogue at 12.01am.

As I often quoted, in variations, that "work" that is a labour of love to share with fellowmen and fellwowomen, it gives tremendous joy, it is no more work, but a journey of delight and joy. And I find indescriable joy and delight in writing on Sundays, normally for desiderata.english, with this Labour Day entry an exception.

On a personal level, I have long adopted as my anthem, touchingly recalled by the following:

When I was small

And Christmas trees were tall

We used to love while others used to play

Don't ask me why the time has passed us by

Someone else moved in from far away

Now we are tall

And Christmas trees are small

And you don't ask the time of day

But you and I, our love will never die

Guess who'll cry come First of May

The apple tree that grew for you and me

I watch the apples fallig one by one

And I recll the moment of them all

The day I kissed your cheek and you were gone

I grew up on the BeeGees' rendition, maybe many of you do; recently my horizon expanded to an equally nostalgic version by Emi Fujita, introduced by a friend of just six weeks, but it seems so long ago ... When Christmas trees were still tall?, thanks to that someone special of http://yancorner.blogspot.com

On the universal level, I have stated (in various ways) the belief that when we do work that brings us joy and delight, it doesn't become "work" anymore. It's then an activity of the body and mind that helps us grow. It gives us dignity; it gives us love; it gives us an identification of Self.

This self is unique. It is important for our journey in Life. We find dignity in self-realisation that we are worthy to oneself, one's family, one's community, one's country, and the world, for it comprises a community of all humankind.

So on this auspicious day, to all parents, growups-to-be, here's Desiderata wishing you Happy Labour Day. May we find, and give, Dignity in Labour, always.