Went to the Wombat Circle the other day to reflect on the comings and goings of the years, how they have made me who I am, and, what this present new year of 2014 might bring.
Water seems to have been a major shaper in my life. As a kid of four years old, I stood proud on the dock with my fish at Indian Lake in northern Michigan with my father and brother Jimmy.
I loved those long easy summers of swimming and sunning and remaining barefoot. All the while, though, and especially at night as I lay alone in my bed on the screened porch separate from the house, I would hear the lake waters lapping a message.
During these nights, the small rowboat (seen at the lower left of the photo) would tap out a Morse code against the dock — sometimes gently, other times more urgently when the winds were up.
“What is it saying?”
With hindsight, its message would have told of the many years I would be out, by myself, rowing, rowing, rowing.
Two days ago I went to the Drop Stone bench and listened to the wind howling a New Year’s message.
The little boy is still within me. Of this I’m certain.
Here’s a video that tries to capture this essence.
And the message? Who knows? Who can ever decipher what is blowing in the wind?
Just keep dancing, perhaps, and enjoy the years as they steadily move across the waters of time.
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