Eyes and Hearts

Daily writing prompt
List the people you admire and look to for advice…

My wife, my siblings, a brother-in-law, an uncle, our children and their spouses, a couple of college friends.

In the wider world, there are a few who seem to have, or had their heads screwed on properly and seen enough of life to be sensitive to the human condition– Abraham Lincoln, Marie Curie, Albert Einstein, FDR, Maya Angelou, MLK, Jr., Erma Bombeck, Yuval Harari, Neil DeGrasse Tyson, several historians and comedians, and certain other authors and musicians who aren’t coming to mind.

Nobody in the Republican party, except a few defectors.

And, in a category all his own, the Apostle Paul. Not sure he ever existed, but I like what he had to say.

Pearls

Daily writing prompt
Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

Nothing comes to mind immediately, though my memory was jogged when I started searching. One attributed to Martin Luther KIng, Jr.: “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

I’ve always found certain pearls of wisdom from Albert Einstein to ring true and perceptive. For example, “Weak people revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore.” Or “The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits.” Or “A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.” Or “It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”

Then there’s Will Rogers: “There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.”

I’ve always liked the one attributed to John Lennon: “Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.”

And one from Maya Angelou leaves its mark: “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

Yuletide Cheer

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

Probably still Christmas. It’s easy to tap into the storehouse of memories, even if it doesn’t hold the same magic and mystique it once did. There’s still the music, the family time, the joy of watching the grandkids’ reactions to the small mountain of goodies under the tree. It still feels like a day that’s set apart– different from the rest, somehow.

The Great Outdoors

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever been camping?

Yes, many times. It started when we were kids. We’d go to Vermont or New Hampshire, use my grandfather’s vintage, old, musty, square, heavy canvas tent. We’d cook on the Coleman stove, swim in a brook, and generally enjoy being outside for extended periods of time.

Then I joined the Boy Scouts and we of course learned the finer points of preparedness and really got into equipment and cooking and all things camping. There were many overnighters and mountain trips to New Hampshire, along with hiking and camping in the Sangre de Cristo range of the southern Rockies at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico.

We’ve since been with our own kids, but not for a while now. Watkins Glen State Park was a favorite spot.

Putting a line through it

Daily writing prompt
When do you feel most productive?

When I can cross something off the To Do list. I have to make lists, anymore.

When I get the yard mowed and cleaned up, finish a woodworking project, spend some time practicing at the piano, get the year-end tax information gathered and delivered, pay a bill in full, bring the checkbook up to date, write what I consider a decent blog post, visit with the grandkids, help my son with his landscaping business, help around the house and cook a nice meal for my wife and I.

Mostly tangible stuff, where the progress or completion is easily marked, or seen– mowing, painting, cleaning, cooking, moving wheelbarrows full of mulch.

Church work was more nebulous, somehow, most days a more difficult milieu in which to assess progress or productivity. Easter always arrived at the end of Lent, of course, so at least we had that cyclical sense of movement toward a culmination and completion. But then the church year just moved on to the next theme. And peoples’ lives and situations and opinions were always evolving. Or stuck.

Lol

Daily writing prompt
What are your favorite emojis?

Happy face, thumbs up, heart, coffee mug, Christmas tree, various foods, golf-related. The poop emoji has come in handy a couple of times. Sometimes I string a whole mess of unrelated ones together, just for added emphasis or in a mostly vain attempt at being funny and over the top.

Music, too

Daily writing prompt
What topics do you like to discuss?

Religion, sports, woodworking, the natural world, cars, technology, astronomy, farming, and whatever is on the grandkids’ minds. It seems it would be difficult not to have an opinion or two on current events– political, environmental, and otherwise.

The Big Move

Daily writing prompt
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

I suppose some might feel that getting married is a risk, but I’ve never felt that way. I’m not a huge risk taker, I guess, but one I can think of is when we decided to head to seminary. We moved away from the area in which we grew up, not knowing for sure if certain things would fall into place and I would make it through the process. There are no regrets, though, other than the occasional lament that my sense of call has waned significantly since leaving Gettysburg.

In that moment…

Daily writing prompt
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?

No specific instance yet, but I’m quite sure that over the years there have been moments of inaction that, with the benefit of hindsight, could have turned out differently, and better. It might have been some opportunity I let go by the boards– investing in land, taking certain things more seriously, behaving better, picking up on cues from my wife and either doing or saying something that would have paved the way for a better outcome.

OK. One thing that comes to mind is a missed opportunity to take the high road when we neighborhood kids gathered after supper one night and turned into a mob of sorts, picking on one of the other neighborhood kids who we, in our teenage mindlessness, thought was weird and annoying. I was neither emotionally mature nor brave enough to stand up and say that what we were doing was wrong and actually weak and awful. It still makes me cringe when I think about it.

The good thing is that with a bit of time, and grace and forgiveness, we mended fences and were able to move beyond that ugliness.