You know, I was just ruminating on what an ephemeral flame life is. I got an email from a friend yesterday. A mutual friend’s 24 year old daughter died in a single car crash. She left behind a six year old son… and a grieving family. I have no idea about the facts surrounding this accident, and frankly… they really don’t matter at this point. When I was 24, I thought I’d live forever… or at least until it didn’t matter any more. If you look at the picture at the top of this post, my daughter Izze has just loosed an arrow from her compound bow… I caught it in flight… an accident that makes for a great picture. The arrow was a dead bulls eye and pierced the target with the crack of a .22 rifle.
Sometimes we loose an arrow with the best of intentions and have no real idea where it is going to land… sometimes it goes where we desire. At my age, G_d gives and takes as always… sometimes the taking can be very profound. Being almost 74 is not the new anything… it is just being 74… still on the seventy side of eighty. My body feels the constraints of age as does everyone’s. My son says I have a young spirit. I hope that’s true… I think it’s true. My body, well… time waits for no man.
We save precious things for that precious moment. Sometimes the things are gone and the moment never came. Our time on earth must be treasured, but not hoarded. I was a little tired this afternoon, but I got up off my lazy butt, got Izze with her bow and arrows… went over to my sister in law’s farm, sprung my nephew with his bow and arrows and played arrow caddy for the kids for a couple of hours while they practiced.
Time well spent.
Sometimes trying to savor the moment is like trying to hold back a river with your fingers. I have really been into Karine Polwart lately and this verse from ‘The Sun’s Coming Over The Hill,’ comes to mind.
‘Now there’s some say you get what you deserve, but they’re wrong
Sometimes you get what you’re given, and then it’s all gone
And you are lucky if you are sufficiently strong
To daily decide not to die’
I am happy where I am today, which is as it should be. There is no other place I could be. I do my best to maintain balance with nature and to be there for my family. Today, I see my musical abilities in terms of being a story teller and my stories are not done yet. There is yet a tale to be told.
For me, acceptance and adaptation are the keys to the kingdom. This could change tomorrow, but today, that’s how it is.
I grieve for my friend’s daughter… her life is done before it could really begin and sad to say, there are many stories like this. I daily resolve to make the most out of every minute granted me here on earth…
Foto by Izze Kaukonen
I’m no longer the Big Dog… now I’m just the Old Dog…
Thank goodness for friends!