Everything changes…
This morning my girlfriend & I headed off for on our Wednesday morning walk into a storm of rain that was wild and windy. And now, here I am in Vancouver only a few hours later and it’s a gorgeous balmy spring day.
This photo was taken on another walk last January when the combination of high tide and windy weather transformed our little seawall into a wild wash.
It’s such a concept… this idea of continuous and constant change. Some changes, like this picture suggests, are rather violent and obvious.
I remember visiting my girlfriend years ago. She had a rather interesting mother. Her mom was visiting at her apartment in Vancouver and my friend mentioned that she’d be out the next morning for her hair appointment. Her mother was appalled that she had done such a thing.
“Why would you make an appointment?” she asked, “Jesus is coming.”
I guess it’s just a question of balance. We have to plan like we’re going to live forever and live like we’re going to die tomorrow.
And maybe I should take a break from reading [amazon_link id=”0151012741″ target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Death with Interuptions [/amazon_link]by Jose Saramago…I’ll just pretend I have time to read it tomorrow.
My friend tells the story about the time she asked her 80 year old mother if she wanted to travel to Oberammergau , Germany for the Passion Play performed every 10 years. Her mother replied, “No, not this time. Maybe the next time they do it.”
Now there’s an optimistic outlook!
Becca, a friend of ours told the story of how his grandfather, who was in his 90s, planted a row of small cedar hedge shrubs. Our friend suggested he pay a little more and get the bigger ones. He replied that would be a waste because the smaller ones would look great in ten years…you really have to love that kind of optimism:)