The throbbing question is, “will I remember me when I am gone, if I can’t remember me before now?”
“Is this the glass darkly?”
Only I will know. Or I will sleep.
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.
I woke and lay there, my mind racing with my own thoughts. Thoughts of my future, thoughts of the day to day routines, how am I going to… (fill in with next project, next decision to make).
As I laid there, waiting for the urge to stop thinking and focus on sleep again (it’s a counting backwards thing–you know…100…99…98…97…) I heard the pack. Yip-yip-yip…coyotes. What was their cry and why? Not just one or two. A pack.
I am safe from these wild things. I take precautions. We are cool with each other, as long as we do not invade each other’s territory. And sometimes that happens.
While their yips caused me a slight jolt of fear, I was reminded of nature and her wild ways. Humans are at the top of the food chain. We think, we reason, we build, we take over. There is no room for nature, only humans. We create, we live, we want the wild. We tame the wild. We build our cities, we build our houses and our factories, and our warehouses to store all of the wonderful things we have made, so we can sell/share it with others.
But nature can take over anytime she wants. In our confidence as humans, we build things to last, for a little while, because we tend, now that we have the technology, to tear down and build more and better. Then the hurricane flies. The tornado winds swirl, the mosquito bites. Humans worry and wonder how will they make it through this natural disaster?
Oh, but nature is so beautiful. Wouldn’t it be nice to live here? Yes, it would be good. But you do have to live respectfully and naturally. There are wild things in this world that need respect.
Carefully, let us tread.
“To every time, there is a season…and a time…” (Ecclesiastes 3)
While I wait for my hard boiled eggs, I contemplate the timer. Honestly, I have it set to go off every 2 minutes until it starts boiling. Why, you ask? Why don’t you just wait for the boil? Have you ever sat and waited for a pot to boil? Not the easy thing to do, in this day of instant answers.
So, why do I do it? Because I have forgotten. I have boiled things dry. I have ruined my Welsh pot by letting it boil dry (so sad). I have walked out the door and left the electric coffee pot on, because the green light (that states “ready”) has burned out. It still perks great coffee, but I came home yesterday to find that it hadn’t been unplugged. Hey, no little green light, everyone thinks it’s off.
I use cast iron cookware. The first “teflon” created, I love using this stuff! But it needs care. I set it on the stove, freshly washed, and turn on the burner to dry it (or it will rust). Hoo boy! Here we go again. I walked away for about an hour and did not remember it was on because I did not set the timer as a reminder.
Yes, timing can be everything. I could go on and on. Waking up in the middle of the night and never getting back to sleep because my timing is “off.” A discussion with my daughter revealed that “time passes quickly.” Wow! You’re not kidding! Here I am at 61 and it’s going faster and faster!
Take advantage of the hyphen — your life. Even if you have to set the timer. It does keep you moving, it does keep you safe.
Skipping through social media, as best as I could this morning, waiting for the ads to load so I could scroll, I stumbled across the word “emoji,” and have thought about it some. As I scroll, I hit these little icons of like, love, thankful, wow. I rarely do any of the others, I just keep scrolling. Sometimes I remember to delete the ads I’ve seen way too much, for fear of saying something spiteful, we shouldn’t dwell in a negative world.
Then my break comes. Gracie, the black lab. She gets up in the morning, and while I am hovering over the laptop and a cuppa joe, she wants her hugs. “You are the best puppy ever!” I state, and she shudders and chatters her teeth, her happy sign. I wish I had an emoji for that. Wait. No I don’t. She is alive and affectionate. We step outside, where her “babies” wait for her (a stuffed bone, and a stuffed skunk, she takes her pick). The morning birds announce the morning, despite the dark rain clouds that keep the sun from shining.
And the birds, we keep the bird feeders full, despite instruction that they need to now find food on their own. We are enjoying them way too much. We even saw Baltimore orioles the other day!
We found her crying in the box of sawdust. The stray kitten that wandered from mama’s nest, somewhere in that haymow. She cried and cried. Barn kittens, we leave them for mama to find. (She did find her!)
All signs of life, a full life, and in the circle of life. Life in signs: the apple blossoms, the dogwood trees, the daffodils and tulips as they awaken, and now, the lilacs. (As soon as the sweet honeysuckle blooms, I am reminded that heaven exists.)
Stop and listen. Just for a moment. The world goes on. It’s a better place.
I have been showing a series of the Tsz Shan Monastery – the environs, the big Guanyin statue, the water lilies, the places of meditation etc. I will continue to show some of the architecture of the temples which are of timber construction. The architecture is based on the style of the Tang Dynasty. The […]
It’s been a very long week. Two weeks. I tend to become jumbled. My solution? I tend to turn to Emerson. He uses nature as his medium, the following is from his essay “Nature:”
…as objects of science…no man touches these divine natures without becoming, in some degree, himself divine. Like a new soul, they renew the body…life is no longer irksome…for the first time, we exist. We become immortal, for we learn that time and space are reflections of matter…they have no affinity…
And then as we look ahead, we need to remember and personalize:
Fear always springs from ignorance…see it to be a lie andyou have already dealt it its mortal blow.
Go inward, to come out on with the breath of God upon your face. Onward and upward, let us become fellow Americans once more. Helping each other, aiding each other, depending on one another, bearing even weight to make our burden lighter.