A bit of a heat wave is splashing over Idaho Springs this morning, the air temp is 26 degrees; the garish sun is out along and just above the mountain ridges to the south; several crows perched up in the tops of the cottonwoods along Riverside are cawing incessantly as they are want to do; Clear Creek is in good form today gurgling noisily; ice dams are building above the currents and the multitudes of humankind on their way to Loveland, Aspen or Vail have stopped off briefly to shop up and down Miner Street.
I decided to mosey on over to the Frothy Cup to get my regular cup of mountain java and greet my people.
First, I strolled on over to the Post Office as I'm waiting for some word back home.
A Christmas card from my mother back in Illinois was waiting for me. She wrote in the card that I should call her to let her know what I'm doing.
Hmm. I wonder if she forgot how to access my blog. She like a lot of Depression era people aren't very techie. But, then again, she does use her email account so I would think she could figure out how to get on my blog.
Or...mom could simply call me. She has a phone and my phone number. Hmmm.
Well, the simplest solution is for me to call her. So, I will do so sometime today.
Besides providing for my physical needs the best gift my mother gave me was to set me free, to kick me out of the nest when I turned 18. Otherwise, I could not have faced life or its adventures without paralyzing fears. She taught me independence and self reliance.
Now, as I am firmly entrenched in middle age I must work out how to unlearn this independence and this rugged individualism which I acquired over my lifetime and which served me so well in my career and which I admire so much.
To go through the rest of whatever time I have left in this dimension alone, independent, rogue like, relying on no one else would be to me a catastrophe, a failure of epic proportions.
God teaches us dependence on him and others. Look to the Trinity for example. The 3 persons of the Triune Godhead rely and depend on each other. There is no hierarchy in their relationship with each other. All 3 persons are fully God. They all submit to each other out of love. Hierarchy assumes someone is in control of the other.
At 56 I'm just now learning how to "be" and how to "be" in relationship with others. The thing I have to learn is how not to manipulate people to get what I want. I have to learn how not to label things, people and circumstances as either good or bad. If God is all good and if God either allows or actually brings all things and circumstances in my life then everything that comes my way is good by definition even if looks and feels bad.
Now, to get off my soap box, Joe is here at the Frothy Cup working on the ancient ice machine installing a new timer. He promised to sit down with me after he's finished and before he has to take off to start his shift as facilities engineer at one of the casinos in Blackhawk 10 miles north of here. It was on his land I was building my winter hut.
I'm going to let him know I've decided against completing the hut due to a myriad of reasons mostly because I can't seem to find the time to hike up to York Gulch several times a week while writing my book.
Just got too many irons in the fire I guess. May start my new cooking career for the Frothy Cup next week. Then, I plan on attending contemplative services at St Luke's in Highlands Ranch on a regular basis too. Plus, I'll be driving Miss Daisy(my good friend) down to Golden or Parker every so often. There will also be dog/house sitting as well.
Pics show my Christmas card, ice in Clear Creek and me.
Gots to go. Hope y'all had a great New Years Day celebration. Just remember, there is only 357 days to Christmas! Hahaha! Can't wait!!
BR Schoenbein
January 2, 2016- Saturday
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