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Friday, May 20, 2016

another day at the pond





We find ourselves here again.

This once-in-a-lifetime trip happens 6 times a year for me these days. Another trip to the pond to figure out what's important in life,
another trip,
another trip.

Like the middle-aged moms who walk around here every day. If you do something every day does it even count anymore? Does it become a routine - like putting on your socks or shaving?

I envy this duck swimming back and forth in front of me. Unaware that he's done this all before. That every inch of this pond has already been discovered. A hot air balloon passes overhead and the duck doesn't even look. Maybe it's too far away to see. Or maybe flying away doesn't matter to everyone.

There are too many trees to count and the sky goes on forever.

God didn't design this pond, man did. But God designed man and man designed work and money and jealousy and regret. I designed this writing prompt, so I should get credit for anything you create today, right? You painted the Sistine Chapel but I gave you the crayons.

If one day my son cures cancer, they better give me a t-shirt. I'm only in this for the t-shirts. I'm only blocking the sun so I can remind myself what being alive looks like.

Like I'm seeing it for the first time.

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