Thinking about the fragility of life, we all feel invincible and that nothing bad is ever going to happen. Looking out my window I see a tree; strong and stout, branches swaying in the breeze, proudly looking upward to the sun. That tree is only has only one cell width that is alive in that trunk. One cell that if it fails and its companions to the left and right fail, eventually encircling that trunk, the tree is dead. Fragile even for a massive tree!
Sad news reaches us every day, mother, father, sister, brother, husband, wife suddenly passes and we are shocked into a reality of the fragility of life. Rather than mourn, we all put on a brave face and try to move on, yet knowing "but for the grace of god goes I". We meet many people in our lives, but how many do we actually know? Can we feel their pain, or do we hide in our own? Fragile at best.
I kind of put everything in the context of the rhythm of life, the three part count of a cast as we try to put that fly in the perfect spot. Thoreau wrote "Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after". We are all casting for something; peace of mind, solace for our heart, the sounds of the whisper and sigh in the wind.
No comments:
Post a Comment