September 3, 2025 · 0 Comments
Humans tell stories to one another on a daily basis. Many of these are tidbits, anecdotes – tales about recent or past events. We reminisce over our best memories, vacations, family gatherings, relatives – people and places, sights and sounds.
We humans live in a strange paradox — the majority of reality is hidden from us. Astronomers estimate that about 95% of the universe is made up of mysterious dark matter and dark energy, invisible to the naked eye and detectable only through advanced science. But the unseen isn’t just “out there” in space — it’s all around us.
At some point in our lives, we will relinquish ourselves to fate. That which must be. It often brings us things we never asked for, and don’t particularly like.
They say it “takes a village” – a term emphasizing the importance of community involvement in achieving a goal. The Village at Blue Mountain in Collingwood is a prime example of a cohesive “community” that never fails to impress.
Thirty years – three decades, 120 seasons, 10,950 days of breathing, living, experiencing and holding hands with the woman I married. Sounds like a lot, but in reality, time has flown by. My eyes well up more often lately, and in my near-sighted corneas, Kim never looked so good. For you see, while hindsight may be 20-20, true vision lies in seeing what’s behind those baby blues of hers.
We live our lives in the present, sometimes dwelling on the past, but mostly looking ahead to the future. We don’t want to think about “what’s next,” but that very question will face each and every one of us. I’ve been thinking about “after” and what it’s going to be.
I’m in a weird place lately, or perhaps it’s exactly where I’m meant to be. It’s that small spot between and behind the eyes, just behind the nasal cavity. It’s the place where you feel a tear coming on, and you have the choice of reeling it back in or letting it flow. In my case, it’s like I’m frequently on the verge of crying, full or partial waterworks. Often It comes unannounced, without warning.
We are a mixture of variations of light and shadow, held together by our glue-like imperfections. Love is not perfect either, but it makes our light flicker and glow, so we throw smaller shadows. We are like rock-solid snowflakes, each with his/her own unique set of DNA, direction, goals and yes, purpose.
Is it too much to ask for a government that means, and does well, on behalf of the people? That’s a question my son asked me the other day. Whatever happened to putting people first? I mentioned that in the preamble to the U.S. constitution, the opening line is “We the People …” In the beginning, the people not only mattered, they created change and they established the laws and rules of the land.
They say approaching life with copious amounts of positivity is soul-cleansing. It not only puts the spring in your step, but actually improves your physical health. Most of us are bombarded by uplifting quotes, memes and photos about having a positive outlook. Many people swear by them.
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