Thoughts of the day!
Today is full of fall, I picked up my son Athan from school and he is having a play date with a friend named Gweny, short for Gwennivere. It’s strange to see my eight year old son having a great time with a girl who not only looks a little like him but shares so much of the same interests. I’m glad he’s finding friendship with girls at such a young age. It will benifit him later in life to know how to befriend women rather than pursue them.
The wind blew through here yesterday leaving the roof of the chicken coup torn up a little and a few other odds and ends that will need repaire before the winter sets in. We picked up our new young bull Yak, Oscar, this past weekend with a drive to Stemaboat Springs that was arduous yet well needed, as trips go.
After going over the wrong pass and having to go back over it to get back on the right road things smoothed out. The Yampa Valley was as beautifull as I remembered, but the town of Steamboat Springs was quite different, as well as Phippsburg and Oak Creek. Of course it has been almost fourty years since I had been up there. I remember playing at The Inn At Thunderhead back then and there was only a small dirt road up the side of the mountain with one large grey building for the lodge. Now the entier mountain side is coverred in condos and you can’t see much of it except for the ski runs on the mountain.
The trip got me thinking about how so much can change but how much the same we feel inside regardless of how old we may get. My body say’s 56 but my mind and heart say 20, perhaps this is the diachotomy of existance we all must feel but fail to recognize at times. Perhaps this is the joke played on us by time and space, supposedly both are illusions yet we feel something change as our bodies do become different regardless of the illusion of time.
