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You have probably heard it said that we revert to being a kid as we age. I think I’m beginning to see some examples of that in my particular case. When you are a kid, patience isn’t something you see as a huge virtue.
When I was a little fellow, I was always being told to, “Just sit still.” I had a terrible time with that. I wanted to get up and make things happen. Then, when I was big enough to go hunting, I found out what a big help it w as to be able to sit still and remain almost motionless.
So, I learned to do that. I learned to fade into the surroundings. My eyes were opened to a lot of small miracles. I have had squirrels practically crawl up my pants leg when I was deer hunting. (They rarely do that when you are squirrel hunting.) I have watched foxes while they hunted, and have seen owls return to their hollow tree in the early morning. It’s pretty neat.
That was then; this is now. I can’t sit still anymore. I want to get up and walk around, and make things happen. I’m not sure how this happened. I’m fighting it, but I think it is a lost cause.
The urgency and
temptation of fall
This is a wonderful time of the year, but there are conflicts. The urgency that you can almost feel in the air is most certainly brought on by the universal knowledge that the days are becoming shorter, and cooler, and that winter can’t be far behind. There are
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