Good Morning! I’ve got a true story to share with you today, one that’s been on my mind for years.
I remember sitting on a stump by a creek with my old friend Gray Wolf. I was just a kid back then, not sure what to do with my life. My dad had sent me off to live with someone else, and I felt like he didn’t want me anymore. It hurt, but I didn’t know how to fix it.
Gray Wolf sat beside me, quiet as always. I looked up at him and asked, “What do you think about life? Mine sure doesn’t feel like much right now.”
He didn’t answer right away, instead, he watched the creek, letting the water talk for a bit. Then, in that calm, steady way of his, he said, “Life, boy, is like this stream. It don’t stop when it hits a stone. No… it moves around, finds a new path. You have to be like the stream. You make your own way, even if it twists and turns.”
I listened. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. The creek spoke for him, and I began to see that life wasn’t about everything going smooth; it was about learning to flow around the rocks and keep moving forward, no matter what.
Then Gray Wolf looked at me again, his dark eyes full of something I couldn’t quite understand at that time. “The path don’t matter much,” he said, “as long as you keep going. You choose which way. The stones… they help you find it.”
As I grew older, his words made a lot of sense.
I never forgot those words and you know—over the years I have found that sometimes life takes you places you didn’t expect, but there’s always a way around, just like Gray Wolf said. I have also found that sometimes, the rocks in the stream aren’t there to block you—they’re there to guide you.
So there you go, an event that happened many years ago. You can take it for what it’s worth.
On another note, we’re in the midst of a few clouds this morning here in Cottage Country, and we might see a brief shower or two. But after that, things should clear up, and the sun will be with us once again. I have to say, it’s a beautiful time of year. Truth be told, I even love the smell of the air right now. Everything seems to carry a touch of freshness—the earth, the trees, even the breeze feels like it’s whispering that fall is on its way.
Highway 522 has quieted down considerably, yet the locals still wander about, making their way here and there. There isn’t much to see, but somehow they always manage to find something to keep themselves occupied. It makes me scratch my head from time to time. But then again, as I always say, to each their own.
Other than that, I don’t have much to share this morning, other than, my wife and I managed to get the grass cut yesterday, and gathered a nice pile of leaves for the vegetable garden. Later, I’ll rototiller them in to help things grow next spring. It’s a good way to make use of what we have, and it doesn’t cost a thing!
With that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has put together and will then see what the day has in store.
You all have a great day and I will leave you with this. “Life’s a bit like a good cup of coffee: take it slow, savor each sip, and don’t let it get cold.” GW