When seasons change I often get reflective. Sometime melancholy. Changing seasons remind me of time gone by. Of what might have been. I recall Sophomore English teacher Mrs. Davis. She was a bright, witty lady who implored us to read “If I were 17 again” by Jesse Stuart. It was a classic piece by Stuart and means more to me now, than way back then.
This year has been a quick one. Like a roll of toilet paper the years always seem to go faster the closer you get to the end. I’m a long way from “the end” but you never know.
With the price of everything skyrocketing and with crime rising all across the country, I can see how one might become depressed rather quickly.
I still feel blessed to live where I live. Despite his many challenges, my 93 year old dad says he “feels free as a bird” and I guess living in America can do that for you. I do believe people don’t know how good they have it until they go somewhere else or speak to someone who has come to America from somewhere else.
Someday, I’d like to traverse the entire distance on Interstate 80 or old Route 66. I’d feel safe to do so and I think I’d be welcome at every town and city across America. One cannot make that claim in every country in the world.
With everything that is going wrong in the United States my remarks probably sound naive. Believe me, I’m far from naive or gullible. The challenges we face as a country are enormous. They appear to be growing daily. One doesn’t know what to believe or who to believe.
I choose to believe what makes sense. I go with my gut feelings. Most importantly I put my faith in the Almighty and know that his leadership, guidance and plan is the one we all need to be following.
Enjoy the change of seasons. It happens in the blink of an eye. Kind of like life. But keep your eyes wide open and relish what lies ahead.
Until next time…