Tarmac Meditations #34: Shock and Awe in Minor Key

There’s something wonderful about starting fresh in the morning…in life…whatever.

September 8, 2010
Morning is heavy on the land today. Fall is in the air. A gravel and tar road bed winds through the trees, and loons are quiet on the lake. Out of the mist figures emerge, old friends out running in the early morning. These days the memories move faster than our legs, but the greetings, hand slap or head nod, are a connection to all the places we have been together. With Sam and Dave I am so glad I made it. Amen to that.

Mist in the trees…light breeze…Minnesota in the late summer. Apparently the walleye are jumpin’ or so the locals say.

Sunrise comes softly sometimes, a lovely idea that has found its proper time.

September 9, 2010
Strange day. Not enough sleep, head cold coming in, trumpeter swans on the lake, North wind blowing strong, storm coming. Full of signs and portents? Maybe. Maybe not. Beautiful in the way that the norm is replaced by an awareness of powers greater than any schedule…nature’s very own shock and awe in a minor key.

September 10, 2010
Today is the day the folks of my faith go down to the river and chuck in all their sins. When I was young it seemed a lot of walking for no discernible purpose. And all those black clothes and city shoes. Makes more sense now, which I’m guessing it is due in part to my having amassed a whole sh-tload of sins over the year/s. I’m clean now, did my chucking, ready to start again…look out sins, here I come.

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