Days, between days, rivers of mind. To exist as a work in progress, uncertain of the definition of progress, and sometimes even of its possibility. I am still of an age compatible with the introduction of sweeping reforms, whose successful implementation remains quite plausible in theory. Are there transformations sleeping late in our basements that are just about to be finally roused? What is this, a day reporting to me for its orders, and me being slightly confused and asking: am I your superior in charge of such things? Once out of bed, we stand and face the day again, with the realization that it is under our command.
Some life decisions are in the offing. It is all there ever is to it. Call me a reconnaissance man because I've staked out my local river to monitor its currents. Night after night, I resume my watch, here on the shore of my life that has led me to this point. There are no reversals, and the weather changes everything but the river's direction, the direction of the greater flow. And the time has come (as it always does) to join the current, to use the knowledge gained from these watches to aid in steering the course as best as possible.
That the old explorers from the Age of Discovery were able to track where they were on unknown waters using stars and primitive navigation instruments gives hope to all of us who hope to estimate where we are and where we are going in the uncharted waters of our lives! We are crossing a different kind of unknown Atlantic, and tomorrow is always unexplored territory. How much we lose if we dismiss the spirit of exploration in our own lives! For all the GPS technology available today, there is none so intuitive that it can guide our lives. Take heart at the courageous examples of explorations past, and how much we lose if we only listen to today’s revisionists who speak only of evil and hardly, anymore, of courage!
As spring begins, do the bare trees ever worry they will not catch inspiration this year? Young and under the sun, but concerned they have lost the zest for creation and discovery? No! Real spring begins before it has anything to reveal. Yes, spring is here in its gestation phase, so there’s nothing foreboding at all about the lack of realized blooms. Just keep yourself faithfully in the sun, and trust me, more is to come! The sun has its rivers too!