“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake
I do long for the new start that comes with Spring. I so enjoyed and envied this big specimen at Ft Davis National Historic Site that was beginning to show sign of becoming green. Despite all the warning signs around it that cautioned me to stay away because of the danger of falling limbs, it was becoming Spring itself.
Ah, that I should be so old and be considered dangerous. As a man, I flat out love that hope that I could be dangerous.
Enjoy life! en theos ††† jim
I don’t know what age this truck is, but I am pretty sure that I am older. In the span of seeing this old truck and in the short time walking towards it, I saw more than a couple of men with their wives stop as they passed by this classic. You could see the awe and pull of the truck through through the pauses and attention to some details that they would share with their disinterested partner.
Men love to look at old trucks. I don’t quite follow the appeal. Yet, while saying that, I had an old 56 chevy truck that I bought and worked on. While it was nice to have, it was a lot of work to keep it on the road and looking good. It was a head-turner and for that same man logic, I loved having what other men wanted.
So the question I have is at what point to men become classics themselves? We share a lot of the same high maintenance. We require a lot of upkeep. Parts are always breaking, rusting and falling into disrepair. Somewhere along our timeline, we have to put in the same efforts into ourselves in order to become a classic. Or we might as well be rusting away on cinderblocks in a field awaiting someone to come bye and take pause, give a low whistle and say “I can fix this thing up!”
Take care of yourself. Become a classic! en theos ††† jim
I am a sentimental old fellow. I am blessed to have many tools and such that belonged to my dad and my granddad. I even carry the name of both of them in my first and middle moniker.
I have had this old Millers Falls drill for a good while. It’s design and mechanism have always cried out to be photographed. It also gives me the tender grace of feeling my PaPa Jim’s solid hands upon it.
The best hand drills ever made came out of the Millers Falls factory in the first half of the 20th century. While many people used these drills for boring holes in metal, the tools proved remarkably adept at becoming the first generation of cordless drills for woodworking.
These drills are today called eggbeater drills because of the way the drive mechanism works. The main gear turns either one or two pinions on the tool’s shaft to turn the chuck backward or forward , just like an old kitchen eggbeater.
Be warmed by connection to your past! ††† en theos ††† jim
I am in the midst of a terrific read, Die Empty by Todd Henry. I am absolutely loving this book, but it forces you to take a look at your aimless tendencies and to find and close the loopholes through which you allow your true purpose to slip through.
I want to be like this much smaller Redwing Blackbird who was just tearing the heck out of the Blue Heron for being in his territory. In the animal kingdom you kind of don’t have a 911 or a way to file a grievance when someone tries to move into your space.
What are you aspiring towards on behave of others?
What will you stand for today?
What will you refuse to compromise on, no matter what?
What will determine your terms of engagement?
What do you know you should be doing, but have been ignoring?
These seemingly simple questions just have me frozen. I’m having a hard time facing up to truthfully answering them. They make me feel weak and a bit like a wimp.
So, what are you standing for today? Share some answers with me, it might help to empower me and find my purpose…. en theos ††† jim
As iron sharpens iron,
so one person sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17
So who are you allowing to shape you today? Be shaped and sharpened by those that forge you into yourself, not them!
Hone that blade! ††† en theos ††† jimwork
This creature caught my attention when he flew by me on my morning walk. It was just hard to miss a leaf hopper that had bright pink wings. After chasing him down his Gladiator look far out weighed his wear it pink look.
“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”
Be bold, look like a gladiator while doning the wear it pink! ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Men Improve with the Years
- I AM worn out with dreams;
- A weather-worn, marble triton
- Among the streams;
- And all day long I look
- Upon this lady’s beauty
- As though I had found in a book
- A pictured beauty,
- Pleased to have filled the eyes
- Or the discerning ears,
- Delighted to be but wise,
- For men improve with the years;
- And yet, and yet,
- Is this my dream, or the truth?
- O would that we had met
- When I had my burning youth!
- But I grow old among dreams,
- A weather-worn, marble triton
- Among the streams.
- William Butler Yeats
A nice fall morning, no sunrise, covered in clouds that drift into and over my heart. Questions of dreams dropped by Yeats weigh upon me. ††† en theos ††† jimwork