"A Message From The Hopi Elders"
"This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart,
and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart,
and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.
Least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we've been waiting for."
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we've been waiting for."
I've been struggling a bit of late with all of what's been happening in the news. Lots of craziness with no real apparent reason to it all. "The time of the lone wolf is over" they say. I'm thinking it's more like the time to string the concertina wire around the perimeter and just hunker down for as long as it takes. However, I like the last sentence: "We are the ones we've been looking for." There's some comfort there, or at least some resolve. I'm not really complaining about things in my life. I'm just having a hard time comprehending the big picture of who's stirring things up and what the end game is.
The poem could also be a metaphor for what's going on in Houston right now. Man, those poor people are getting hit hard. I heard the mayor's statement the other day about sitting tight and riding it out and I figured it wasn't going to be all that bad. Boy was he ever wrong! Four feet of rain in a matter of two - three days. Stay strong people. If anyone's tough enough to come through a disaster like this, it's Texans.
On a happy, non-depressing note, I did a bike ride Saturday night. I rode with Surly and the two grandsons on a 15 mile ride. The ride started at 11:00 PM, so with the ride, a sag stop and loading up the bikes and delivering them back to Surly's house, I didn't get home until about 2:30 AM Sunday morning. I wasn't so sure how the youngest boy was going to handle it, but he was a real trooper. We were just about the last ones in but somebody had to be. It was a fairly decent night for a ride. We got a few sprinkles while riding but we were all prepared for the weather and we didn't have any issues. It was nice riding with the family. That's what this Grandpa thing is all about.
Have a good week and keep those people in Texas in your thoughts and prayers.
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