One of These Days
WHEN I GET TIME...
I am going to spend a day in late October pondering why the sky is so blue that it almost hurts your eyes to look at it. And then do the same thing in late April.
I am going to try to figure out why Americans seem to have a great love affair with butterflies, but hate caterpillars. And why Americans seems to love babies, but hate adults.
I am going to peruse the why's and wherefore's of how it is that Americans, who love babies, still have denied some fifty million of them the chance to be born.
I am going to read more. Finish all those Hemingways that I have started so many times. Complete the Fitzgeralds. Read Paradise Lost again.
I am going to complete the songbook I am preparing for my children and grandchildren.
I am going to write more poetry. And this time I am actually going to commit it to paper before I forget it or get busy on something else.
I am going to enjoy raising a garden, instead of thinking of it as something I must do.
I am going to finish the remodeling of our home instead of starting so many different projects and not getting any of them finished.
I am going to have more faith in our leaders and in the American people to do right instead of them going off the deep end and having to struggle back to some semblance of normalcy.
I am going to be more forgiving of those cell phone users, those people who insist they own the entire road, those who fail to stop at stop signs, those who refuse to dim their headlights, those who will tell you right out that they are safer NOT wearing their seatbelts, those who follow too closely, those who break into funeral processions and then stop at the next red light thereby breaking the procession completely, yada yada yada.
And in all I do, I am going to glorify my God much more than I have done in the past. He is after all, my Father, and I should be more attuned to His desires for me. He has given me life and I owe Him everything for the opportunities He has presented to me. A child should do no less than this.
I am going to spend a day in late October pondering why the sky is so blue that it almost hurts your eyes to look at it. And then do the same thing in late April.
I am going to try to figure out why Americans seem to have a great love affair with butterflies, but hate caterpillars. And why Americans seems to love babies, but hate adults.
I am going to peruse the why's and wherefore's of how it is that Americans, who love babies, still have denied some fifty million of them the chance to be born.
I am going to read more. Finish all those Hemingways that I have started so many times. Complete the Fitzgeralds. Read Paradise Lost again.
I am going to complete the songbook I am preparing for my children and grandchildren.
I am going to write more poetry. And this time I am actually going to commit it to paper before I forget it or get busy on something else.
I am going to enjoy raising a garden, instead of thinking of it as something I must do.
I am going to finish the remodeling of our home instead of starting so many different projects and not getting any of them finished.
I am going to have more faith in our leaders and in the American people to do right instead of them going off the deep end and having to struggle back to some semblance of normalcy.
I am going to be more forgiving of those cell phone users, those people who insist they own the entire road, those who fail to stop at stop signs, those who refuse to dim their headlights, those who will tell you right out that they are safer NOT wearing their seatbelts, those who follow too closely, those who break into funeral processions and then stop at the next red light thereby breaking the procession completely, yada yada yada.
And in all I do, I am going to glorify my God much more than I have done in the past. He is after all, my Father, and I should be more attuned to His desires for me. He has given me life and I owe Him everything for the opportunities He has presented to me. A child should do no less than this.
posted by tanstaafl | 6:45 PM
2 Comments:
I don't know why, but your post made me think of the inchworm.
The first time I went to the cemetery, after Mom was buried, I found an inchworm on the tree right above her grave. I took several pictures of that inchworm, and I told David that it seemed as if the inchworm was watching us, and maybe it was Mom, in some way letting us know she was okay, happy.
I've had a few weepy days this week, and on one of those days, I tried to distract myself by trimming the vines that are growing so well on the brick this year. They're thick and dark, climbing higher than they ever did...so they need trimming back frequently. When I came back in and sat down, I felt something on my hand. It was another inchworm. I watched it for a while, talked to it a bit, and then carried it back out to the vines so it could go on about its business.
I have always loved inchworms. When we were little, we watched the original Muppet Show, and maybe you'll remember if you watched it with your kids, there was a song Kermit would sing about an inchworm. Mom used to sing that song to us, and I sing it still, to myself, quite often.
There is so much to marvel at, in this great big world, and each moment is so precious. I'm not a believer in coincidence, oddly enough. Rather strange, since in other areas I'm actually quite practical.
Anyway, that's what your post made me think about...and one of these days, maybe I'll always take the time to think about things like that, and remember to thank God, all the time.
I hope you all weren't affected too bad by the storm we just had. David called to tell me they had three people struck by lightening and were already having flooding problems. On this side of the river, it came down so fast my patio was covered and my den flooded. I'm waiting now for it to go down enough to get out my mop and bucket and get busy, lol. Just a short power outage...but I know you guys over there have seemed to get the worst of lines down and such, so I hope it didn't hit as hard this time.
We were out visiting my daughter at the time and only had a little hard rain and a little thunder and lightning. When we got home we discovered that our telephone was out of order --again-- and that the creek was up a bit.
This morning when I went out to get the paper, I noticed a shack some folks use to make molasses in was upturned, but I didn't really think much about it. Then a little farther down the road, a few small trees were lying over. I figured they had just lost support from where the road crew had cut the weeds and brush along the road.
When I got back home my wife told me that she noticed, while reading the paper , that they had had a bad storm in Lawrence County and in Huntington. I remarked that we didn't seem to have had much--and then I remembered the upset shack and the trees. So I guess it was pretty close to us after all.
Yes, I remember the inchworm song being sung on Sesame Street. That program was required for my kids. And I credit it with their love of reading, musical ability and general awareness of what goes on in the world. Unfortunately, they didn't have the gumption to make their own children sit down and watch it.
But their kids have still turned out pretty good, anyway.
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