It's All About the Journey

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The Pineapple Story

I learned how to cut a pineapple this spring. I also learned how to root it. While ready to chuck it all, I finally found this today! Hurray!



I realize that all of my life I’ve been striving to not miss anything.  I have almost missed it all, by this striving!  Work, play, keeping up with the Jones’.  It sneaks up on you.

In my old age, I now realize the importance of living in the day, and while planning for the morrow, to just take it one day at a time.  It sort of sneaks up on you and it took me about 62 years to realize it.

Sir Hector, the derelict tomcat, sits by my doorstep, his food is gone in the barn.  I feed him and he leaves.  He comes back awhile later, he is hungry again.  I feed him, he leaves.  So I went downtown and bought “barn food” (aka cheap cat food) and he followed me back to the haymow, where the cats normally eat.  He was the only one who steadfastly waits.  He must be the king of the clan, you think?  However, this simple act alone, has taught me something, and I’m grateful for it.

We only need to take care of today.  Tomorrow has more, but today’s grace is sufficient.

2018 The Year Ahead

What is our world, if we have not the encouraging word?

Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now. The force of character is cumulative. –Ralph Waldo Emerson

Step out. Be true to yourself. Do not hurt others, do good to all. Then peace will come.

Setting Pace with Nature

A friend pointed out to me an article in The Conservationist, a circular that encompasses New York State wildlife.  An Emerson fan, she thought of me when the author of an article spoke of Emerson.  Naturally drawn to Emerson, I looked up the article, Chomping at Nature’s Bit by Eli Knapp.  There it was.  “Adapt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”  

I can agree with this concept.  Nature is very patient.  She wait for us to mess up, then she calmly takes over.  Paved roads break up while she takes over.  Brush grows up in fields that the farmer has kept plowed, our neglect becomes her tapestry.

I have forbidden the groundhog hunt here on our civilized patch.  Build more garden, share it, I say (I’m not the one building the garden, easy for me to say).  Then again, if you need to remove them, do not ever let me know.  I cannot bear the thought.  I’m definitely a human heart here, while they live on instinct, and the reality of the world is that, if we want to keep our crops for harvest, we need to limit their “help” in harvesting!

Back to the subject at hand, Emerson and Nature.  I encourage you to read his essay.  Absorb it.  Be patient with it.

In patience, I seek a word from this essay to inspire you, my readers, to seek.  Difficult at the least, I send you this:  Nature is loved by what is best in us.  It is loved as the city of God.  I dare not say more, at least, not now.  Emerson is difficult in that we cannot take mere quotes and have them realized in and of themselves, they must be coupled with the rest of the essay.  The one thing I have learned from Emerson can bring my defeat as his follower:  Lay this volume down.   You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite.  Then let me lay this volume down, and step outdoors where my dog absorbs nature, she is my lesson.  As are the birds, the groundhog, and the breeze which blows against my face.



A Case of Rip Van Winkle

Did anyone see 60 Minutes last night?  There was this great article regarding our smart phones and an interview with a millenial about programming our brains, needing assurance that there are people out there paying attention to us.

Here is the link.

I’ll say no more, let the article speak for itself!  Let me wake up from my sleep, like Rip Van Winkle, and understand our world.  Now I know why the pings from my followers are so important to me.  And to you.


You’ve Got Mail!

32 deletions in my email within this last hour. This does not count the spam folder. What has my world come to?  I paw through my inbox to see anyone human.  Outside of a very few faithful, and one consistent bff, I’m being swallowed up ina whirlpool of unwanted literature, if it were the more traditional mailbox, the post office would have to charge for a larger box!