I guess I am calling in my age, but when I was young, there was a Popeye cartoon and Popeye would always say, "I yam what I yam." While that was in the vernacular of the supposed sailor, we hold onto this in our reality. We are the beings we are, and we react accordingly. When we express ourselves thusly, we set a powerful movement going forth.
I recently was fortunate enough to go to the Muscatatuck National Wildlife Refuge near Seymour, IN. It is a beautiful place, even in the winter and I had a mission. I recently began a Young Artist Series in an effort to showcase young artistic talent. I am working with the art teacher at Seymour High School who is encouraging his students to participate in the project. I was down there to speak to the board of Directors about a project that would showcase the Refuge in the form of a children’s book that would contain stores from those adults who had interesting observations about nature to share. I wanted to present it so that I could begin the project with their approval and enthusiasm. It would take interest for me to garner the twenty stories I hoped to get. It seems that the enthusiasm of the members may give me more like fifty stories.
Yes, there is a sound to the quiet in our lives. I realize this on a daily basis since I live by myself.
When I wake up in the morning, I can hear the sounds of the house in the quiet of the morning hours. Perhaps it is because it is still dark outside that my other senses are heightened, but there is a rhythm to the quiet of the morning. The house shares its sounds as though it were trying to explain what has happened here in days gone by. There are creaks that are not supernatural, but rather comforting in knowing that this house has stories, this house has a history, and I am now part of that history. What stories of the quiet will be shared with others when I am no longer here? That will remain to be seen.
This has been an amazing year for me. I left 2016 thinking of the productivity of that year and it had been wonderful, one of the most productive years of my life. I did not see how 2017 could be any better.
In January, the rug got pulled out from under me when my business partner decided that he was pulling away from our creative endeavors to grow his personal business. He indicated he might need a couple of quarters of work and he would be ready to work together again. This left me in a fizzle, but I knew I could work it out. I could certainly understand why a person would want to become as successful as possible in a business that was providing them with the finances necessary to live.
Something To Ponder