First I have to show you two pictures sent to me by readers. Both are from Facebook and are so stupendous they bare copying.
Horse Hug
This makes me cry, it is so sweet, notice the horse's leg. I would make this photo larger but it loses resolution.
This photo went viral on Facebook. This man takes his arthritic dog for a soak every evening in Lake Michigan where this time of the year the water is a perfect temperature for soothing and relaxing the dog. Another tear jerker.I gleaned the following fable from Derek Siver’s blog, Push Push, push, push, Expanding your Comfort Zone. Silver said anything on his blog sivers.org could be recopied.
A farmer had only one horse. One day, his horse ran away.
All the neighbors came by saying, “I'm so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We'll see.”
A few days later, his horse came back with twenty wild horses. The man and his son corralled all twenty-one horses.
All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We'll see.”
One of the wild horses kicked the man's only son, breaking both his legs.
All the neighbors came by saying, “I'm so sorry. This is such bad news. You must be so upset.” The man just said, “We'll see.”
The country went to war, and every able-bodied young man was drafted to fight. The war was terrible and killed every young man, but the farmer's son was spared, since his broken legs prevented him from being drafted.
All the neighbors came by saying, “Congratulations! This is such good news. You must be so happy!” The man just said, “We'll see.”
This man knew about going with the flow, something I do not know by instinct, but am trying to incorporate. In the meantime around here we watch sunsets.
It has become our habit as the sun is about to go down to traipse in mass to the front porch. There we look across the road, beyond the fruiting grapefruit orchards to Big Rock Candy Mountain. There the great orb that is the sun slowly sinks behind the rock that is the mountain and we watch the sky transform into blues, purples, plum, pink, salmon, orange, gold.
Those of you who read my blog during our stay in Hawaii know that we didn’t see the sunsets where we lived. Being in the jungle we didn’t see the sunrise either. Fascinating how one misses such pleasures when they are not available. I do remember the mornings though. I often arose before sunrise to sit at my computer where the window before me faced the fabulous green between our house and the Tiki room. As the light of the morning slowly enlivened the green, bringing it from grayed-green to sparkling emerald, I was sure it was the Great Spirit turning up her rheostat.
