What a roller coaster ride it must be to read my blog. One day I say I’m doing great. Another day I am bombarding the reader with tales of isolation, depression, and woe. Good God, I’m a mess. All I can say is, hey, at least I’m working on myself.
Post Christmas Eve, which was as good an evening that could be had with Family, I did not leave my house for 3 days. I would like to tell you that I was productive, but that would be a lie. There are days when I stay in that I am productive. I write blogs, I read, I watch movies, and I work on the Masonic tasks at hand. I would like to tell you that, but I cannot. They were wasted days. I wasn’t depressed, but motivation in any form escaped me. To make matters worse, I beat the snot out of myself for my lack of productivity.
There is a positive to this. Such episodes create awareness that I have areas for improvement, and I hope that my shortcomings will motivate me to do better. But I must say, this journey of constant improvement, while promising on paper, requires a significant amount of effort.
I wrote quite extensively about my episode over the weekend. It did consume me for most of the weekend. I feared a prolonged spiral over it, but something good and timely occurred Sunday night. The Master of my lodge called me and told me that he was unable to attend the Feast of St. John at Grand Lodge in Boston on Monday and offered me his ticket. I was happy to accept for two reasons. First, I initially declined to attend because of the cost. I also perceived the event as stressful since it is quite eventful and long. But I regretted this decision when it sold out. Second, I recognized the need to leave the house. I wanted to prevent myself from falling into a full-blown mental crisis.
I knew many of my close Brothers would be in attendance. I immediately looked for someone to go with me into Boston.
I am so very glad that I ended up going. I initially wanted to cancel because that is one of my more pressing mental health issues lately. But I didn’t, and it was nothing less than a wonderful day.
The Feast of Saint John is a vital event in the Masonic calendar, celebrated with respect around the globe. The Feast of Saint John is held every year, typically on December 27th. This year in Boston was an installation event. Every two years, we install a new Grand Master and new Grand Lodge Officers. The ceremony is archaic and elaborate. It demonstrates the ancient traditions of our Fraternity. It is a remarkable sight to see these ceremonies performed in that very ornate room. The Grand Lodge of Boston was founded in 1733. It is the 3rd-oldest jurisdiction in the world. Only England and Ireland are older. The architecture and decor are nothing short of magnificent. It feels like a time capsule. These ceremonies have been performed the same way for almost 300 years. Great men such as Paul Revere and General Joseph Warren witnessed them exactly as we do now.
I had a front-row seat, thanks to a buddy, for the entire event. It was indeed a privilege to witness the ceremony. I was there to support the friends I have made. I was honored to watch them advance in their Masonic labors.
The ceremony was followed by a multi-course meal. The meal was presided over by the New Grand Master, Grand Lodge officers, and esteemed Dignitaries. They came from multiple countries and jurisdictions around the world. To see in person as they advance to higher levels of service and commitment to the work that we do. As for the dinner, how do I describe having dinner with 300+ Brothers? Some are close, and others are merely pending because I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting them.
It was a long night but it was just what I needed. I fall into intermittent episodes of depression. Why isn’t my first instinct to immerse myself in the company of my Masonic Brothers? I am at a point in my life where I can almost break it into two categories; before I took my obligation, and everything after. Becoming a Freemason has changed almost every part of me for the better. And there is no big secret, despite the world endlessly clamoring for one, to the appeal. It’s the connection. The friendships. The bonds we create as we unite in our tasks at hand. It has been one of the greatest undertakings of my life and I plan to go as far as it takes me.
That’s the big picture. The smaller one, today in my living room, is that it saved this wretched soul yesterday.
The Tao of Bill 