Fresh Air

Good Mornin'

Well, the wind quit and, I suppose, a little cooler air come in behind it, all addin' up to a very beautiful mornin'! Sunny, fresh, with some gentle breezes still stirrin'.

And, seems ta me, all this back and forth over territory, sure is exhaustin'; makes me wonder if I'll have anything left, fix it up and spend time with the ponies and kids, got the whole thing rollin' ta begin with. But, I suspect, this is a natural part of agin'; comin' up on the big "6-0", occurs ta me the body's bound to announce some changes and first off, we're bound ta figure it's the end of the line. But, the human spirit, has it's own aspirations and, that bein' part of the "forever", I figure, like water, I'm apt ta get better at adaptin'; findin' a way forward, no matter the obstacles. Maybe, it shines some light on that cute sayin', how youth and enthusiasm are no match for old age and craft. When you're young, ya might have all kinda enrgy, but maybe, not so much clarity, or focus and muscle's the easy answer. When ya get older, and realize muscle ain't the universal answer, even if ya still had 'em, and you're more aware, years of trial and error, the things that really pack meanin', yer apt ta get real creative on ways ta get where ya need ta go, one way or another. This, ta me, really the gift of age; our chance, really see and experience, first hand, when it really counts, the genius of life.

Kinda reminds me of that old story by Will James; old blind cowboy, still fixin' fence! His horse had got so used to stoppin' for broken wires, over the years, the cowboy'd saddle up and head out, knowin' the lay of the land like he did, eyes or no eyes, and just wait for his horse to stop. When the horse did stop, he'd climb off and feel along the fence, 'till he found the broken wire, patch it up and go on down the line, 'till his horse'd stop again. That's life. That's genius. That's craft and co-operation. And, my humble opinion, beats tv at the old folks home, by 1000 miles.

Another friend a mine, Old Tom Triplet, lives up in Montana, when he was young and got ta know some of the old cowboys, he's 80 somethin', he met a couple a brothers already old, figured they'd just camp down by the river, when they was too old work a full day. Well, things changin' like they do, that land was now owned by some new comers, didn't fancy two old cowboys campin' on their land, and they called the authorities. The authorities rounded up the old cowboys and took 'em off to the old folks home. Tom woke up one mornin', found one of the brothers, sleepin' on his porch; he'd broke out, the old folks home and headed for the hills. Tom, about the only fella he knew anymore and a cowboy himself, I suppose, the old timer figured Tom might take him in.

Kinda sad, but there we are; a culture don't respect the elders much. But, same time, things do change and, many of us old timers, there are anymore, I suppose, we live well and do what we can, we just might change that too. And, I believe we got help; I sure have seen some good young folk, comin' along, really seem ta have some wisdom and appreciation for good things that last. Thank Creator on that one; I believe He/She's sendin' in re-inforcements, help make a change for the better.

Have a great day!

Best,

P.S. Spirit Medicine, Lakota healing song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=US&hl=en&client=mv-google&rl=yes&v=NwUxXQlKvHs