Most days, I try to wiggle in some sort of “message” or “inspiration” here. I imagine the most of you are growing weary of this by now. It is all pretty much the same.
Be kind. Be nice. Be compassionate. Find the love in our hearts, for crying out loud. Occasionally, I suggest that we look for the magic in this place. Yackity. Yammering. Blah, blah, blah.
And then there are days like to today. I just read that our president told the ruler from North Korea, “My nuke button is bigger than your nuke button.”
I am beyond exasperation at this point. This is not 5th grade, and mine is not bigger than yours, Don. My Dad cannot beat up your Dad. And on and on. (Well. Let’s face it. That was true of my life in the 5th grade. I never once told anyone that my Dad could be up their Dad. I told my fair share of lies back then, but this would not be one of them. Besides, everyone knew my Dad and he most likely could not hurt a flea.)
Anyway. Segue. Again. That’s probably another thing you are tired of. My tangents. My tendency to fall off the subject like a mountain climber off the face of Everest. Arrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh. Thud.
Perhaps, I should just leave you all to it for a while. In peace, as you drink your hot coffee, and eat your waffles. With Mrs. Butterworth’s Original Syrup. Let Go. My Eggo.
I was simply going to write that I had “Gone Fishing.” Well, most of you know me well enough to know that I simply cannot fish. That would require sitting still. On a boat, or on a shore. I’d have to be busier than that. Besides, I think it is very sad when a fish is pulled out of the water with a metal object skewed through its lip, or eye. It makes me want to throw up, because I imagine it is quite painful for the fish. And humiliating. I’m a big fan of fish who are swimming freely, on a warm summer day. On any day, for that matter.
Then I thought about telling you I’d gone Ice Fishing. Again, same problems as mentioned above, but this is coupled with sitting on a frozen lake in sub zero temperatures. And, once more, these are concepts, which I cannot comprehend as being pleasurable to the human body or mind. But really. Who am I to say? Both activities have a rather large following.
In a nutshell, I have a daily Catholic Guilt pang when I consider not writing this. But then I need to remember, that these words are quite insignificant to the “people” who read this thing, as I see them appear, or disappear, in my stats, each day. Most would not miss it, one iota.
But then the Universe switches paths, and someone posts a comment. One that deeply affects me, moves me, makes me laugh. One that reminds me that everything is truly connected. Magically. Somehow. Flipped like a pancake, not a waffle.
As I have indicated, I planned not to write on this particular day. But look. Here it is, yammered away in black and white on a viewing apparatus before you.
My message for the day? The very simple.
Fish, if you love to fish. Otherwise. Don’t.
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little.”
― Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow
“It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.”
― Charlotte Eriksson