Rejoice in the mystery of trees.
The only problem we have been sent to solve is in the planting of them.
Not the rain.
Not the widening of the trunk.
Not the stretching of the branches.
Not the budding, dropping, and re-budding of the leaves.
Not even the roots boulevarding their way through the dirt.
Just the planting.
We can’t, fortunately, control the B-Z of this mystery and most things we’re after. Just ‘A’: planting.
Freeing isn’t it?
Action.
One wonders.
The other thinks they’re not wandering, because they’re following.
One high-fives the status quo and repeats history.
The other writes the history that will eventually be repeated.
Question….Are you here for and A or are you here to learn?
You should take it from here.
The older you get, the more and more fishing trips become less and less about catching fish.
Norman Maclean wrote in A River Runs Through It, “One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful…”
I had the opportunity to float twelve miles of the North Platte River today. I entered the stream with the quote above and wrestled with it for all twelve miles.
Life is but a dream.
Author something beautiful with it.
…is where the music happens.
In other words, it’s your gift to the world and the fulfillment of your purposes here on Earth.
Happy happy.
Joy joy.
You’ve got to throw the boomerang for it to come back.
