Refreshing the thread

October 28, 2013

For most of yesterday, a Sunday, I washed 21 years of accumulated dirt and grit off the Peace Bus in preparation for a fresh coat of paint. Back in 1992 when I drove it onto the property and parked it in a small grove of trees, thinking it and myself would be hidden from the world, two surfing neighbours came up and simply said “We can see the bus from the water.”

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Hence, the spattered camouflage paint of 1992 that worked well in allowing both myself to keep the bus where I first parked it, and, my neighbours’ surfing enjoyment not to be troubled with an “urban” intrusion into their wild Roaring Beach.

Today’s blog, though, is not about the remodeling of the Peace Bus. Yes, the interior is now completed with the hanging of curtains on Saturday, and the exterior, hopefully, to be painted over the next few days.

Instead, as I was up on the ladder yesterday, alone, getting wet and cold from hose water and scrub brushes, I couldn’t help but wonder “Why?”.

Most people on a Sunday visit with family and friends, take the day off, relax, maybe read a book, go for a bicycle ride, worship their god or eat a Sunday roast.

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And me? I have no answer other than to offer this poem by William Stafford.

The Way It Is
 
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change.  But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
 
~ William Stafford ~

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Joan Makkone Johnson October 30, 2013 at 1:57 am

Peter:
I love your blog. It made me think of all the twists and turns my life has taken. The poem talks about a thread that has kept us on some sort of track. I see the thread as my God, he has laid out a path for me. I sometime get off the path by exercising my volition, but I soon get back on the path. I chose to hang on to the thread; I trust God has many more great adventure for me.
Joan

John Caddy October 28, 2013 at 10:41 pm

Peter, a perfect conjunction of poem and act. Thank you.

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