Saturday Stories #3
A rainy, autumn day at Willow Rest Assisted Living and Nursing Home, late in the 20th century.
The old man looked at the clock and set down his magazine. He stood up, examined himself in the mirror, poured a shot of gin, and downed it in a slow gulp.
He shuffled to the door, took a deep breath, and placed a disinterested but confident expression on his face.
Then, pulling open the door, he stepped into the corridor and strode the 50 feet down the corridor to his destination.
The old man paused at the entrance to the common room and saw her at once – pale, frail, but just as heart-stoppingly beautiful as ever – looking out the windows at the nearby trees as if they were a thousand miles and a lifetime ago.
“She won’t remember you,” said the orderly. “She never does.” Continue reading →
You can’t go there.
You just can’t. See that line right there?
You can’t cross it.
Because you can’t. Continue reading →
One of the great characters in contemporary fiction is Capt. Malcolm Reynolds, owner of the cargo ship Serenity in Joss Whedon’s brilliant television show Firefly and the film named after the ship. At a pivotal moment in Serenity, Reynolds meets his main adversary, a nameless assassin we know simply as The Operative, and during their conversation comes an electrifying exchange that sums up Reynolds’ character in 11 words.
Operative: I have to hope you understand you can’t beat us.
Reynolds: I got no need to beat you; I just want to go my way.
Consider how powerful a message those words convey. I don’t need to convince you that my way is right and yours is wrong; I simply desire to live my life on my terms and let you live your life on your terms, as long as we do no harm to each other. There is plenty of room on this vast world for both of us. Continue reading →
Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.”
For starters, try being the change you want to see in yourself.
The rest follows.
When an April snowstorm dropped a ton of snow on us – well, quite a few tons, actually, some parts around here got 30 inches or more – Red set some bird seed out on the front porch, which has a nice overhang and offers a little bit of shelter.
Needless to say, the fowl population – newly arrived from milder climes and expecting April in Wisconsin to be more like April and less like January – was very appreciative. It seems, though, that they didn’t eat all of the seed.
Three months later, sunflowers have joined the avalanche of beauty that is Red’s garden off the front porch. She didn’t plant or transplant sunflowers to this location. The only sunflower seeds that ever got near the garden were in that April feast for the birds.
Consider it a reward for a small act of charity toward our fellow travelers on this little planet.
These small acts of charity, piled on each other and compiled, are what will save us in the end.
“I would write a book if I could find the time to write …”
“I love knitting/sewing/crafting and I wish I had time to do it.”
“I know I should exercise more, but I just don’t have time.”
The thing about time is it’s always available.
Time is not a thing that you “find.”
Time is a thing that you take.
I need to take the time to write.
I need to take the time to exercise.
I need to take the time to do the things that are important.
Maybe once I’ve done THOSE things, I can “find” the time to surf down rabbit holes or binge-watch TV shows.
Take time to do the important things first. Today.