But that shower did more for me that it did for those birds and grass blades …
Or did it?
We think our spirits are the only ones in need of lifting. I’m not meaning ‘the selfish we’, but rather ‘the human we’. Can’t plants and trees feel refreshed? How about cattle? And bugs? Dogs, of course, but maybe cats like it too. Enough about cats, let’s get back to primates …
Yesterday’s metaphor, ‘week starter’ day you might say.
Walking Gusta it was calm, warm, darker than usual for 5:30AM dark. And hazy. Like a movie set scene when fog rolls in and camera’s pan a dockside pier. ‘Something’ weather-wize was arriving.
Barely inside, hot coffee cup and newspaper in hand, I heard it. My spirits rise when rain makes the music of clouds releasing cargo. I like all rain – soft warm rain (reminds me of Maui), wind driven hard rain (reminds me of worst storm I was ever in), thunderstorm rain (reminds me of summers childhood days on our prairie landscape).
Love that word.
Yes, it was fresh once. Then not.
Now, a morning shower wakes birds as it woke me.
Rain has life, it’s alive. Has appearance, has feel – mostly, has sound. In it. Around it. Sheltered inside, windows open – feeling it’s dampness on the breeze that comes into the room like a stranger, sits with me like a friend, there is magic in mornings that start with rain. It’s a morning start for warm wooly socks, sweats and sipping coffee outside …
I'm assuming you're using "what" and "why" in a general sense, not specific to any group, such as online dating. I bring it up because I hear that many woman, after agreeing to meet a man and does meet him, at intervals gets she around to ask the big "3" questions which are: What do you do? Where do you live? and What do you drive? Hahaha. As for not asking or answering the "Why", could be people don't know what is the "Why" to ask; others may not want to know the answer to the "Why"; or they don't want others to know, C, Winnipeg, MB
I had this same type of conversation with a couple of friends the same day you wrote this - but before I read your Musing (I'm a little behind in the readings) ... interesting because our discussion was why people are expected to retire at 65? I am also 66, the other two were younger. My comment is that with so much left to accomplish in the world, I would feel guilty to "retire" -- and do what? exactly? dig in the garden? knit socks? watch movies day in and day out? Vegetate? My take on it all? I have 40 more years to live, why would I give up now? I'm just getting the hang of this making a difference in the world, sharing my knowledge (some would say wisdom). I was a late bloomer and intend to live life to the fullest from here on in. Thanks for confirming that I'm not the only one who thinks we need to keep going 'til there's no more going to be done, JK, Calgary, AB
"what about our appetite for life? For love? For fixing things? For changing things? For creating? Are these not appetites in search of food too?" Excellent article, thanks! More people should focus on their fuel gauge instead of the yard stick! I get tired of being an anomaly in my age group because most people are stuck in that mindset that "65 is retirement age!" But me? I'm just getting going, and I love my life this way! I guess that's why most of my friends are under 45, heck, even under 35! Keeps me young and I love it! Wouldn't trade it for anything. I love your analogy to topping up the fuel gauge and keep going. Thanks, JK, Calgary, AB