Just remember those tough to follow acts who went before us!
We fight, struggle in life – so many things, so many people, so many issues, we fight with waist lines, deadlines, bloodlines and straight lines. Perpendicular to horizontal I like the best. I like lines. And like tigers. I like words that play, people who play with them, written lines, telephone lines – short store lines, clever lines on paper, progeny and interconnectedness. And shorelines.
Theory evaporates though when thoughtfulness merges with obligation, when we do things that are nice to do, it is still nice, even if we did it because we thought it was what we should do, or what we felt we ought to do. Feeling obligation pushes us over dotted lines where we struggle, doing something anyway even though, deep down we know it is something we fought doing. Better – always – is when, against difficulty, defying odds and scrambling over obstacles, we finally got there because of something we fought to do.
Fought with who?
Or is that, with whom?
Somewhere near my family tree fell two lovely apples. One is happy about that, the other not so much.
I got my father’s day gift arrived yesterday – love it. I really do. Fathers have, as part of their DNA, the capacity to love every gift they ever get from their child. The most important one of course is simply staying alive and living a good life. All we should ever expect.
Still, a very thoughtful gift – I love it.
I love the giver.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 9C/48F, hazy around the edges, otherwise clear skies and cool steady breeze; achy parts seemed much better this morning, Gusta and I trotted a while and worked out some kinks and listened to a virtual symphony of bird chatter