Some beginnings are hard to trace, they are smudged in many tiny somethings.. tiny somethings spaced out in time… Like rituals no one knows precisely when and why they began or who started them; and even though the “why” may well be void now, they are still practiced.
This is about a ritual…”the Spiffer Meets”. I don’t remember the when and where, but the why is still clear in my head—“Let’s Explore”.
When we1 spam on FB n twitter about the same, people would quizzically stare at the word “Spiffer”, giving it a meaning beyond their comprehension, sometimes jus passing it as something 2 idle brains2 have cooked up.
Spiffers are people who live by the thought “Let’s Explore”, the “explore” here not being restricted in any one particular sense. Spaced at roughly one per week, Spiffer Meets have been some of the best moments I spent in the last few months. They would begin completely clueless to where we are headed, decisions stepped one left o right at a time leading up steep slopes, on long smooth drives, sometimes bumpy routes, drenched in rain, wet with sweat , sometimes to hill tops o dead ends, beach sides… (dump yards). Each of those meets was different.
It was like being a ten year old 20 something. We d run our imagination wild, we d struggle to grope with understanding aliens3. Sometimes we d be entrepreneurs, sometimes jus explorers, sometimes we d invent, sometimes be plane intoxicated.
Every Spiffer Meet is been like a thruster that pushed you through the whole week of insanities and inanities of a non Spiffer life. They have been some of those times when I’ve had the clearest visions of my Life and what I want from it. It was never in the specificities of the words uttered, it was in the ways they would propel you to think. Conversations that moved beyond average gossip, where every thought was a possibility, every idea would find a means to take form…
Being with Spiffer was like finding “your Hobbes”.