Thursday, February 15, 2007
two things
At the ripe old age of four, while riding atop my fathers sholders on the return trip from the drugstore, my half sister Nell had an epiphany. She knocked on our father's bald head and announced " I've been thinking. There's two things. There's happy and there's sad and it pretty much all comes down to that." She was right.
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So true.
Glad to see you posting (online, don't know if you're posting on horseback - but if you were, I'd totally support that as well).
My dad says when we were on a walk up in northern MN one summer day, passing the lae-uk (lake) and enjoying a breeze, I tugged on his hand, and stood at the base of this hill telling him some big thing about how people are like blades of grass. I'd go into it more but I don't remember it. I was two. And Dad? He didn't write it down, and his memory...m'eh.
Happy/sad. Also life. Point: kids have a lovely perspective. This is why their art remains some of the best - it's pure, free of marketing, free of fear (hopefully). And there's Nature again! "Programming preciousness in the young so elders don't kill and eat them since bipedals were born."
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