changes in our lives
accidents, happenstances
the slightest pushes
It was the first truly important night of my life.
Despite my aching bones and blistered feet I sensed a possibility of strength, of a mission that drew solace and the chance of success or victory from the fire, from the dog, from my fellow human Fred, the night, the bright moon and stars, even the owl we were hearing intermittently.
This sounds vaguely absurd now but then so many changes in the direction of our lives come as a result of accidents, happenstances, the slightest pushes in any direction, and on the more negative side the girl you met at a gathering you didn’t want to attend who infected your life to the extent that the scar tissue will follow you into old age.
but then so many changes in the direction of our lives come as a result of accidents, happenstances, the slightest pushes in any direction
From True North by Jim Harrison ( Grove/Atlantic, New York, 2004)
So many changes in the direction of our lives come as a result of accidents, happenstances, the slightest pushes in any direction.
Then toss in the forward march of time.
Like the tide that twice a day comes in and sweeps the beach clean and leaves a clean slate wide open for accidents, happenstances or the slightest pushes in any direction.
All blank and wide open for changes that will infect your life to the extent that the scar tissue will follow you into old age.
Maybe this is where Jesus was going when mounted up on that hill side and sermonized saying, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
Trouble enough for each day that will infect your life to the extent that the scar tissue will follow you into old age.
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