Last night, the wind blew fiercely, almost til dawn. We got just enough sprinkles to make the ground wet and totally unworkable, as far as my gold drywashing project goes. Oh well! As frustrating as it is, I am tired and maybe someone greater than me knows how tired my body is getting. When I am out in the desert and finding little(I stress little) pieces of gold, I guess it's greed or something that keeps me going; sometimes, beyond my endurance levels...
Over the years, I remember lots of times the weather would take a turn for the worse and I couldn't do my job, or whatever I was involved in at the moment. With a job to do and hard pressed to get it done, I remember the absolute frustration of being interfered with, and at the moment I remember asking: WHY do I have to get stuck in a blinding snow storm at at time like this? In retrospect, I would realize that I needed rest and if everything (the weather, and all) were right, there would be no chance to rest. Somebody or something stepped in and stopped me dead in my tracks; A subtle way of telling me; Take a day off...
We don't always know what is good for us, or when to take a break. As we age we have to live with the fact that we can't run the one minute mile anymore, not that I ever was THAT fast, but it is still humiliating to admit we are losing our youth or ability to do things we once did. Some of us try to fight it, but it is inevitable; We are no longer 18 anymore and that's a fact Jack(heard that expression in a movie long time ago)...
Here I am, out in the desert, digging in the dirt for gold, looking for something valuable, but have to admit that some things of value are not material. They say if you don't believe in miracles, you will never see one...
So many times in my past I have been in situations where I should have been killed or badly damaged, but everytime I have escaped totally unharmed. Don't ask me why, but for the last 72 years I have lived a more or less charmed life.
I won't be able to dig for a few days now(til the ground dries), but as I sit watching the wind blow the bushs (not many trees around here) back and forth, I am forced ( delightfully so) to rest and sort through my thoughts. I have to say a silent...THANKS! I needed a break...
Over the years, I remember lots of times the weather would take a turn for the worse and I couldn't do my job, or whatever I was involved in at the moment. With a job to do and hard pressed to get it done, I remember the absolute frustration of being interfered with, and at the moment I remember asking: WHY do I have to get stuck in a blinding snow storm at at time like this? In retrospect, I would realize that I needed rest and if everything (the weather, and all) were right, there would be no chance to rest. Somebody or something stepped in and stopped me dead in my tracks; A subtle way of telling me; Take a day off...
We don't always know what is good for us, or when to take a break. As we age we have to live with the fact that we can't run the one minute mile anymore, not that I ever was THAT fast, but it is still humiliating to admit we are losing our youth or ability to do things we once did. Some of us try to fight it, but it is inevitable; We are no longer 18 anymore and that's a fact Jack(heard that expression in a movie long time ago)...
Here I am, out in the desert, digging in the dirt for gold, looking for something valuable, but have to admit that some things of value are not material. They say if you don't believe in miracles, you will never see one...
So many times in my past I have been in situations where I should have been killed or badly damaged, but everytime I have escaped totally unharmed. Don't ask me why, but for the last 72 years I have lived a more or less charmed life.
I won't be able to dig for a few days now(til the ground dries), but as I sit watching the wind blow the bushs (not many trees around here) back and forth, I am forced ( delightfully so) to rest and sort through my thoughts. I have to say a silent...THANKS! I needed a break...
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