Last night, sitting on my balcony after popping my first cork this pandemic, pleasure was all mine. (Finally, and it didn't really pop, I pried the dang thing.) The river continues to flow, beautiful as ever, Maggie and George are content and well fed, and me, I'm still sassy. And quiet. This was a true pleasure and didn't cost much. Throw in a little cheese and I was a happy camper. I briefly considered making a bed on the balcony, but didn't as we were expecting a dusting of snow.
Over time, life has become less cluttered, and experiences fill what once was void. Experiences have been free, providing abundant peace, understanding, and shots of wisdom. Perhaps it is an age thing, but I don't think so, for the most part. Teach your children and grandchildren the beauty of nature and minimalism, surviving and thriving. Teach them the beauty of quiet, letting God have the time with us we so desperately need. Lessons need to be learned, but with hope and prayer—lots of both, wisdom prevails and our kids’ lives are enriched.
Who am I kidding? They will do what they're going to do, it's how we learn. Hopefully good sense will prevail sooner rather than later. In Wyoming, I often meet young people who couldn't wait to get away from here, and just as quickly can't wait to return. These are the wise, those who don't wait till old age overtakes, realizing God's gifts early in life.
At least they will have the knowledge and tools, when chaos reigns, to find the very center of the storm, the calm.
We do our best.
Nap time...Maggie and I might gussy up later and hit a trail. Meaning I will put on my best warmup bottoms and a clean t-shirt. Maggie will sport state-of-the-art GPS tracking, along with a friendly reminder device, all attached to her nifty collar.
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