Ramblings

Ramblings

I walk the miles to catch a glimpse of the past- the past reminding me of what used to be. I see all kinds of things- feel all kinds of things.

A car- an old car- the kind we had when I was young- a boy and I have a fleeting memory of how it was- all of us as one, a time when it never seemed possible that being one would ever cease to be. But it did and it does, and that is fine because that is the way it’s supposed to be…I guess.

A song playing in my head from nowhere? It just happened. Crazy in a way. I’m out there all alone just moving to my own pace, bothering no one, no one bothering me. Yet out of nowhere that sweet sound of a song that moves me to tears. I remember that time so far back when all seemed simple and true. Being a kid really makes you look at things in a way they never were.

A field I pass and the raw smell of nature stirs me to times so long ago when even the dew moistened fields made me fall to my knees. All I wanted was to just breathe in all the life the earth had to offer. Everything was right there before my eyes for the taking. Now I walk by wondering and hoping if I did it right?

Saints and Sinners

Eric Hoffer writes, “Passionate sinning has not infrequently been an apprenticeship to sainthood. Many of the insights of the saint stem from his experience as a sinner.” Understanding that these experiences are not limited to the male persuasion seeking sainthood, it is the belief by many that sainthood is bestowed upon through actions. My how the roadway of redemption is littered with nothing but excuses. Saints and sinners alike, nothing separates the two other than real saints know they are just that, sinners. Those applying for sainthood or those playing contrived roles believing they are being saintly should just give up. Heaven will be a much better placed being made up of those who are real!

Living

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and a chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.” What Leo Tolstoy has written can have an unnerving impact when read. Sadly for too many this can be taken to such an extreme which can bring harm or even worse to self and to others.

However, there is something in this quote that I truly believe we all must do to whatever extreme is necessary, and that is “…a chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” By only sacrificing to this extreme do we fully experience life as it was intended to be lived, never doubting, never looking back, and never asking “what if” or “if I only had”.

Who you following?

Not sure who wrote this? “If they give you lined paper, write the other way.” Hell yes!

Who ever said “it” had to be done just one way? My advice to anyone hearing there is only “one way” to do anything, is, “Run!” Do not… don’t ever let someone else dictate your life and how you live it. Responsibility of course, but never just to please someone else.

Be true yourself always! I have found this is when living life is the finest! If you must write on lined paper, write the other way. I for one prefer paper with no lines!!!

Time for a walk!