Epiphany!---Confession!...Alleluia!
(’Tis
true---the Pleasure is in the
adventure…It’s an Awesome-wonder! Amen!)
Watching the hapless gold “miners” on a
program called “Aussie Gold Hunters” one of the “hopefuls” stumbled on a $50
(tiny) sliver-of-a-gold-nugget. “Alleluia!”
Nirvana!? Excitement!
My co-watcher, Lady Candice Leah, just was not at all impressed. Made me wonder “Why?”
“Wow!”
Dripped her sarcasm “How can anyone get excited over a $50 find for all that
work?”
Her focused pragmatism made me laugh out
loud. She’s right, of course. No
profit in “Bum”!
In the last century, when I was a “kid”
just recently turned a “know-it-all” 8 years-of-age I got a brand new kite to
fly the lofty skies of a new born March wind; that “toy” cost 10¢! A worthy sum
in 1955; I don’t remember how I ever scraped together that “immense” sum. Seems
impossible! There was virtually no
money for frivolities, barely funds to provide “necessities”. A new kite was a
frivolous “decadency”. So, of course, I had to have one. Hmm!
So? Dad wanted to go fishing and that
was right up my alley. I took my brand new kite along.
The pond we visited was a water-filled
depression in a farm field which supposedly held fish.
Well! Young (and “dumb”) innocent(?) son decided “kite flying”
should be much more entertaining and “fun” than feeding fish in hopes of
catching one. (Truth is: The toy was
“new” and a curious thing; though I had never “launched” a
“flying-paper” on my own, I had “piloted” several after Dad had gotten them
airborne.) So, surely that should be the “easy” part; I just accepted that the
wind might do the rest once I got the paper-and-sticks off the ground.
So I ran---and ran…and ran over
hill-and-dale trailing the kite tethered to a string behind me.
Reckon-so it’s plenty true that I could
really run fast and far back in those lamented days-of-youth. Try as I might,
the kite refused to fly; even the March winds had deserted my efforts.
At long last, after I ran out of steam,
I heard dad yelling for me. What does he want, now?
He was motioning toward me waving his
hand and yelling, “Come back! Come back!”
I gathered my prized kite and excess
string and started back; it was a long walk.
‘How far were you going to run? To the
next town?” Dad had a way with words! Hmm!
I chose not to answer such a probing
query---because, Well…there was no answer!
I thought that you had to run and keep
running until the kite soared; no such luck.
I think that might have been my first holy-sacred lesson in: Just-for-the-“fun”-of-it! Hmm!
Seems they invented and detailed the
word Hedonist (Pleasure-seeker) just
for me!?
In later years, after I “grew-up” to
become a fine, upstanding, productive, worthy
“adult” with a paying “job” (Just-Over-Broke) I found my
“running” days had not deserted me. While co-workers were diligently putting in
“seat”-time at the office busily “climbing-the-ladder” I found Hedonist-pleasure in fishing, hunting,
golfing, chasing Rainbows! Butterflies! & Unicorns! along with wild Morel-mushrooms and general “loafing”.
One fine spring week day, I found myself lying on my back in a clover field
high up on the bluff observing a red-tail hawk ride thermals.
Wow! I wondered at
his prowess! “Just how high would you have to fly to see those Majestic Rocky
Mountains that I love so dearly?” He didn’t seem to entertain my selfish query.
Too bad!
“Hell!”
I assured myself with a knowing and enviable wry smile, “He’s already seeing
them!” “That” seeming “surrender”-assessment sorely meant to assuage my
“bond-to-earth” lament. Damn!-the-luck!
No-wings! No 8X vision. But, I’ll not be denied; I’ll join him in-spirit!
Just have to manage to “make-do”! Sure-enough! Reckon-so! By then, I had
become expert!
Oh!
Yeah!
The “corporate” genius-powers offered
me promotions; I opted for sacred-Freedom!
“Money” couldn’t buy me! There’s a Biblical word to define such trades. No! Thanks!
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
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