Tag: Time

In the blink of an eye?

Yesterday (Sunday) morning was quiet and peaceful until we heard the Mockingbird’s screeching. A rare sighting of a Swallow-Tailed Kite as it attempted to rob the Mockingbird’s nest of it’s contents.

The iPhone captured the photo as they flew overhead…almost looks like the Mockingbird is riding on it’s wing.

Nature is lovely and brutal in the same breath.

 

Swallow Tail Kite and Mockingbird confrontation
Swallow Tail Kite and Mockingbird confrontation yesterday.

 

Dear Son, reflecting on a Kentucky Derby party conversation only 36 hours old. With Bob, a Vietnam veteran. He’s on disability from Agent Orange. Just like our neighbor across the street.

Anyway, it started as an exceptionally casual, “How have you been? Please tell me your name again.”

It was a deep, dark, and sobering conversation in which i was mostly a listener.

It was a great reminder for what can happen to children who grow up to be adults. Hell can overrun a person’s life and rob them of hope.

When robbed of hope, drugs, alcohol, sex, crime, and other full-time evils overtake the person’s soul. Big time.

Hell is real.

The good news?

So is Heaven.

Expose children to both. Prepare them well. Really, really well.

Happy 15th birthday Chapin (been thinking about this for at least 100 days).

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The changes are imperceptible, except for a few

April 2015 calendar
Today is just a single day.

 

A tree does not grow overnight, but it does grow.

Same with us.

It happens so slowly :

  • Learning to walk
  • Losing our virginity
  • Moving into our own place
  • The death of a parent

The days cannot teach nor prepare us like decades can.

As we age we can cast more shade, because our roots are wide and deep.

Makes sense when we think about it, but we never do.

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What do we notice?

Disney keynote Speaker

 

Disney keynote Speaker

 

Disney keynote Speaker

 

Attending Lee Cockerell’s Leadership Keynote two days ago, it was the first time stepping into the Renaissance Hotel at Sea World Orlando. Have driven by it 100’s of times. It’s big, spacious, and beautiful. Yet the carpet spoke in a way most would never (ever) consider.

What do we notice on a moment to moment basis?

Is it even worth the effort?

Do any of the small, seemingly insignificant things that are happening constantly around us have any significance?

When we aren’t thinking about death, we are almost guaranteed to not be thinking about life.

Moments become less precious when we think we will never run out.

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