I woke up laughing this morning.
A picture in my mind…
One young lad carting eggs to town for his mother, driving a team of one stubborn mule and a buckboard. The mule stopped suddenly, eggs flew everywhere and the lad, covered in processed mule feed, returned home a wee bit smarter than he’d been when he left.
A life lesson?
A fable is a lesson taught through a story. A story that may or may not have been true, but the lesson taught in the story reveals a side of reality that can be easily construed, or missed entirely.
We either learn from our mistakes or from the mistakes of others. But most will agree that life lessons are drawn from mistakes made.
Prayers change the prayer, not the prayee.
Whenever I struggle to deal with a person, I put them on my prayer list. Over the years, I’ve learned that if I pray consistently for a person, they become easier for me to understand. They often even become friends, and occasionally, I get over the anger I’ve felt toward them, and accept their human failures by finding more about them to like than dislike.
My prayers for those people whom I struggle with don’t change them, they change me.
Such is the way of life lessons, we can’t teach them. We learn them.
The coyote howls in the distance…
And a new day begins.
In the still quiet hours of the morning, the meadow lark elaborates on the day, and the coyotes howl their final good-byes to the moon, and I sit in wonder at the amazing light fingering the eastern skies. Even on days when the skies are totally clear, the light filters through the atmosphere slowly enough to find moisture and dust to light up with color.
First light is colored, orange and red, slivers of brilliance fragmenting across the deep blues that fade into day.
Memories of a lifetime fill my mind.
Thoughts. Words. People. Laughter. Tears. All things blend together forming chains of thought meandering from one moment to another. some frame the world that exists today, others fade into the distance, hiding from the light, as if they wish they’d never happened. But, I remember.
A life well lived isn’t always happy. At times, tears wash the stains from the moment, clear the air, and bring relevance to people who might have made no difference. Other people changed the world with their presence. Still others, unremarkably left scars on the land, stains on hearts, and sorrow in their paths.
As I consider the warm cup in my hand, a bitter brew flowing, the realization that each moment is a blessing. I know that this day – I must make a difference that matters.
Today, I must make a precious memory.
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From the old file cabinet I just pulled many , many, many pages of typed donkey stories and 37 micro tapes of interviews with many guys who had donkeys, etc. as we grew up. I read some stories I had started 18 years ago. I did not remember how funny some of them were. I about split my sides laughing. Two hours ago I started to put them in book form.