Am I Strong Enough?
Saturday morning, and there’s a little time left here at Starbucks. Less time than before but enough.
The shrubs alive in our yard need a drink, and I feel obligation. Just some water until it rains tonight (or perhaps not). Weather reports are speculation. That’s all. Would we be better not to take such reports into account, as if we couldn’t know? That would be closer to the truth. Reports clutter our mind-space obscuring what is up to us to do, that distracting tsunami of information. The earth is a living being, undefinable, no matter how clever we assume our tools have become. Water is the life of every organism.
And then – we drive to Elmhurst to join with family members present for a grandchild’s soccer game. I am not interested in soccer, still the game will be a medium of learning which is essential to her well being for the entirety of her life. That puts an entirely different light on that game in particular. When she is on the field, I’ll pay attention. Otherwise, perhaps I’ll attend to more reading.
At conclusion of the game, what about the Art Fair about which I heard, on the Naperville River Walk? Summer Art Fairs are magical happenings. I would like to lend more support to intentional makers of art. All humans create in ways minute and momentous, as long as some psychological balance, a hold upon a inner self remains.
Nowadays, we are a troubled people are we not? Art alone cannot redeem us, but it keeps us alive, and moving, just keep moving…
And now for that song to illumine our journey! If I Can’t Have you written by the Gibb brothers, 1977.