This summer's drought prohibited the sunflowers around the bird feeder from coming up until about a month ago. They have just started to open and despite their small size are still quite pretty. They seem to stand in brave defiance of the imminent fall and ensuing winter. Wisconsin has its own 'must' built into the seasons and surviving the inevitable. But I do suppose a person could say that all of life is surviving the inevitable.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
we bear what we must
The resilience of the human spirit and will are remarkable to say the least. Ask anyone who has survived hell how they did it and they will always say 'One day at a time'. (Sometimes mixed with support, God, counseling, or drugs) If then, we survive what we must, I wonder if it all begins to crack up when there is an inkling that the 'must' is not as imperative as we had thought. Contrariwise, I wonder if life has become so comfortable that the 'must' has lolled off altogether. 
This summer's drought prohibited the sunflowers around the bird feeder from coming up until about a month ago. They have just started to open and despite their small size are still quite pretty. They seem to stand in brave defiance of the imminent fall and ensuing winter. Wisconsin has its own 'must' built into the seasons and surviving the inevitable. But I do suppose a person could say that all of life is surviving the inevitable.
This summer's drought prohibited the sunflowers around the bird feeder from coming up until about a month ago. They have just started to open and despite their small size are still quite pretty. They seem to stand in brave defiance of the imminent fall and ensuing winter. Wisconsin has its own 'must' built into the seasons and surviving the inevitable. But I do suppose a person could say that all of life is surviving the inevitable.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
LCD
Yesterday a friend of mine said that her manager at work had stated that 'There was not one person at work that she could have an intelligent conversation with'. My friend had found this offensive, and rightly so. Today while I painted at my own place of employment I thought of something my mom had said to me in high school. I had come home stating that everyone hated me and I didn't get along with anyone at school. Rather than telling me to go eat worms, my mom said that it probably wasn't everyone's problem. (I was then certain that mom could join the club. ) She stated simply that in situations that one person is having a problem with everyone else, the responsibility for the situation probably lies with the one person and not with the masses. I thought of not being able to have any intelligent conversations at work. I, for one, have had delightfully intelligent conversations with Penelope Lane. At least half of the discourse is downright brilliant. (At least in my humble opinion - she is a bright little thing.) So perhaps before stating that there are not intelligent conversations to be had it may be best to first consider the common denominator.
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