Drops

Good Mornin'

Looks like another peach of a day. Funny, what a difference wind can make. When the wind is blowin', seems, I'm inclined to brace up some; maybe it's a part of gettin' old. I have enough trouble rememberin' what I'm doin', 'out the rush of air, on it's way somewhere, like ta take my purposes with it! So, when it quits, feels a little easier, relax and enjoy.

I suppose, weekends, are kinda similar; weekdays, ya kinda feel it in the air, people in a rush, goin' about their business. I'm inclined get busy too, 'lest my purposes get lost in the rush, like stole by the wind. So, for a Saturday, come around, all nice and still, sunny, seems there's a double inclination, just enjoy; almost literal, I suppose, smell the roses, though it's a little early, this neck a the woods, find a rose.

I sure do find it fascinatin', though, the whole notion of "purpose". Seems ta me there's some kinda a "buzzy" purpose, maybe noisy's a better word; noisy like a brook, the kind folks often say, babble. Then there's rivers, deep and wide and maybe that's another kind a purpose. And, ya think about it, really there's a good question; both have their place, but given a choice, which would I rather be like. A brook's not a bad thing; likely some big rivers, started out that way. But, there is a sense of youth or temporary to them; easy to re-direct, change their course. A big river, on the other hand, way more likely, run quiet and smooth; very difficult change it's course.

A wise man once told me, even that big, wide river, started out as a drop. Maybe it was just a particular smart drop, a determined drop; a drop that had a purpose and didn't want to just leave with the wind, or sit around and babble, but held in it's imagination, or memory, the picture of that great river, tons of water, almost unstoppable, indivertable, movin' toward the sea.

Maybe, like that drop, ya just gotta be willin', think the same thought, again and again, one purpose, one objective; the sea.

So, maybe it's a little a both; we're bound ta get busy. But, thanks for the moments, when all is still, relax and enjoy; it just might be the moment, get smart.
Remember that deeper, quieter, big, unstopable river; has no doubt or question of purpose.

Come ta think of it, there was a poet, from the middle east, Kabir, his name, and he put it interestin'. He said, "that there is a drop in the ocean, many know. That there is an ocean in the drop, only a few know." So, maybe those times, relax and enjoy, it's not so much a thought we think, as a memory we allow ourselves to remember; fundamentally who, what we are and where we are bound to return. All purpose forgot, save to be beautiful, wild and free; dance with the moon, bask in the sun.

Have a great day!

Best,