Today I awoke to the sound of your voice, your cheery: "Rise and smile, kiddo!"
Obviously, you still deny that the change to daylight saving time has me jet-lagged for the better part of the year. With the change just having been made last weekend, my inner clock still is confused. Being in my mind you should, at the least, suffer with me. But waking up with your voice in my ears, I did smile, and with that smile on my face, I turned around, snuggled deeper under the covers and successfully avoided moving on to the "rise" part of the day, enjoying the opportunity to stay in bed. It is, after all, weekend!
So much has happened in the world, and yet, so little has changed in the micro-cosmos that is my life. Following news about the catastrophe in Japan has me roaming the internet, and channel surfing on the TV, whenever I find the time. So many souls taken by mother earth, and so many more endangered by mankind's "progress" which, in essence, seems to be incapable of a peaceful coexistence with nature. Reports about the Fukushima power plant remind me of an exercise in nuclear chemistry: the minute by minute analysis of what happened in Chernobyl, what went wrong, what needed doing, what was or was not done, and what were the consequences ... . I don't exactly recall how many errors were made, how many things could have been done to avert the final outcome. But I do recall that it was a series of errors in judgment that spanned a considerable amount of time until the outcome could no longer be averted. There was much to be learned and, from what little there is to be found in pertinent information in the public records right now, it seems that those on charge of the power plant did, and still do, the best they can to limit the consequences as far as possible. Still, the extent of the consequences is yet to be determined.
If you were here, we would probably be butting heads again, trying to find common ground in the discussion about whether progress is learning to master nature or, rather, is learning to live with it. Having that discussion with you in my mind just isn't the same ... . Nonetheless, come tonight when I sit down with a glass of wine, I will try to figure it out. I trust you'll be there to help and to keep me from being "blind to all but my opinion" - wasn't that how you put it? It's in moments like this that missing you wants to take over. Keep waking me in the morning, please. Keep reminding me there's good and laughter and reasons to rise and smile.
And most of all, be well, my friend!
Obviously, you still deny that the change to daylight saving time has me jet-lagged for the better part of the year. With the change just having been made last weekend, my inner clock still is confused. Being in my mind you should, at the least, suffer with me. But waking up with your voice in my ears, I did smile, and with that smile on my face, I turned around, snuggled deeper under the covers and successfully avoided moving on to the "rise" part of the day, enjoying the opportunity to stay in bed. It is, after all, weekend!
So much has happened in the world, and yet, so little has changed in the micro-cosmos that is my life. Following news about the catastrophe in Japan has me roaming the internet, and channel surfing on the TV, whenever I find the time. So many souls taken by mother earth, and so many more endangered by mankind's "progress" which, in essence, seems to be incapable of a peaceful coexistence with nature. Reports about the Fukushima power plant remind me of an exercise in nuclear chemistry: the minute by minute analysis of what happened in Chernobyl, what went wrong, what needed doing, what was or was not done, and what were the consequences ... . I don't exactly recall how many errors were made, how many things could have been done to avert the final outcome. But I do recall that it was a series of errors in judgment that spanned a considerable amount of time until the outcome could no longer be averted. There was much to be learned and, from what little there is to be found in pertinent information in the public records right now, it seems that those on charge of the power plant did, and still do, the best they can to limit the consequences as far as possible. Still, the extent of the consequences is yet to be determined.
If you were here, we would probably be butting heads again, trying to find common ground in the discussion about whether progress is learning to master nature or, rather, is learning to live with it. Having that discussion with you in my mind just isn't the same ... . Nonetheless, come tonight when I sit down with a glass of wine, I will try to figure it out. I trust you'll be there to help and to keep me from being "blind to all but my opinion" - wasn't that how you put it? It's in moments like this that missing you wants to take over. Keep waking me in the morning, please. Keep reminding me there's good and laughter and reasons to rise and smile.
And most of all, be well, my friend!
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