I walk the same path every morning…bright and early…every day…where I’m greeted by the same sounds…the same trees…the same animals along the way.


I never find it boring..and no….I’m not a nut…it’s just I find my solace and my comfort in what some would call…my rut.


Today I was a little shocked when my routine became disrupted…when my normal path was blocked and my walk was interrupted.


It was obvious my walk today wouldn’t be like every other day…that in order to finish what I started…I’d have to walk another way.


Quickly realizing this little glitch didn’t warrant my worry or my wrath…I took a little detour…down a less familiar path.


I decided to embrace my detour…so on and on I pushed…until I noticed up ahead of me…a rabbit in a bush.


It seemed to me the more he tried to hop away…the more he would stay put…and the more the leaves and branches of that bush became entangled with his foot.


I leaned down saying, “Don’t worry little rabbit…I took a wrong path too…it seems that you are stuck…let me see what I can do.”


The rabbit sensed I was not dangerous…he seemed to understand..he knew that I was here to help…still…he closely watched my hands,


I worked with his foot and the bush…being as gentle as I could be…and in a little while…the rabbit’s foot was free.


“Hop away little rabbit…your foot is free.” I cried…and after a moments hesitation…the rabbit tentatively complied.


He hopped around a little bit…then turned around as if he wanted to say…

Thank you…for your help…before he finally hopped away.


And I wondered if my normal path being blocked was a coincidence…or could it possibly be…I was sent in this direction because a rabbit needed me.


I guess I’ll never know…but never again will I be shocked when my everyday routine becomes disrupted…when my normal path is blocked…when my walk is interrupted.



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It’s ironic, when I think about it…as the years pass…

the more and more I grow

the more and more I come to realize…

all the things I do not know.


My parents and my teachers helped me learn…

They helped my mind to grow…

but even after all their teachings…

there was so much I did not know.


As a parent, raising children…

watching their minds and bodies grow…

every day was a constant reminder…

of all the things I did not know.


As a teacher for 39 years

trying to help my students grow…

each day in the classroom I came face to face

with all the things I did not know.


And now that I am older…

thinking back on all the years I’ve seen accrue…

I’m starting to forget some of the things

I know that I once knew!


Which makes me wonder if my life isn’t a balancing act…

a kind of ebb and flow…

between all the things I’ve learned

and all the things I do not know.


Perhaps the best that I can hope for

before my life on Earth adjourns…

is to use what I do know wisely…

while retaining a willingness to learn…


Which brings me back to irony…

as the older and older I grow…

It’s ironic the most important lesson I’ve ever learned in life…

Is that there’s so much…I do not know.


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We don’t know when we’re visiting with a family member or a friend…

if today will be the last day…the day a life will end.


We don’t know if it is the last time we’ll find comfort in their eyes…

the last moment we will see them smile…

our last chance to say goodbye.


As for me…I don’t want my life to end in sorrow…

with sadness and regret…

I don’t want my last thoughts in life to be…Did I forget?


Did I forget to smile at the other person standing over there?

Did I forget to tell them thank you…or show how much I care?


Did I forget to say I’m sorry if I brought tears to another person’s eyes…

if I hurt another person…did I forget to apologize?


Did I forget to enjoy the beauty around me…everything I hear and see…

Did I forget to tell the ones I love…I love them…and how much they mean to me?


Wait! It occurs to me as I’m writing this…I am still alive! 

At least for another moment…

another day…

I have survived!


Which means I still have time left to live with no regrets…

time to ensure my final thought in life…

will not be…

Did I forget.


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In the middle of my walk this morning…as my health I try to maintain…I was greeted from the heavens…with an unexpected rain.


It’s funny how it works…as the first raindrops and you collide…you immediately look around…for a safe, dry place to hide.


But I walk through old neighborhoods…and I didn’t think it bright…to hide on a strangers porch…while still blanketed by the night.


Which left me only one option…given the circumstances my reasoning was sane…if I didn’t want to get arrested…I’d have to give in to the rain.


And so I did and as I watched the raindrops upon my body find their way…all my apprehension about getting wet…miraculously faded away.


There was a rhythm to the rain…I could hear it…I could feel it in my feet…and before I knew it…there I was…dancing in the street.


I imagine if anyone was awake and watching…they would think I was insane…and wonder what this old man was doing…dancing in the rain.


But I take my walk quite early…it’s a routine for years I have been keeping…which means in most of the houses that I pass…the people are still sleeping.


What a shame…I thought to myself…for if this morning they happened to look out their windowpanes…

they would have seen an old man feeling like a young boy

encouraging them to join him…


dancing in the rain.


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One thing I’ve learned about life…in all the memories I’ve collected…is hot to embrace the unanticipated…the unforeseen…the unexpected


Oh, I still believe in planing trips with forethought, caution and care…but I’ve found unplanned moments can lead to happiness…I didn’t know was there.


I remember on a well-planned trip with Deborah…to Chattanooga, Tennessee…a wrong turn down a wrong street…ended at the Moon Pie factory.


If it wasn’t for that wrong turn…that little glitch in our vacation travel riddle…we would have never discovered Moon Pie makes a sandwich with marshmallow ice cream in the middle.


Thanks to one unplanned, unexpected turn in Chattanooga, Tennessee…Moon Pie ice cream was added to our list…of treasured memories.


I used to be a jogger…a daily routine to which I religiously kept…every morning I’d be out there running while the rest of my family slept.


But years of running…on my knees…was too much of a shock…and after two meniscus surgeries…my run became a walk.


I admit my initial disappointment I found difficult to hide…but when I ran…I ran alone…now I walk with Deborah by my side.


We walk together in the morning at slow and steady paces…enjoying the beauty of the animals, the trees and the breeze upon our faces.


I’m not sure how or why this happens…but I find it altogether stunning…how we see and hear things as we walk…I never saw or heard while running.


I don’t know why these moments come about…how by Fate they are selected…but I know whenever I eat a Moon Pie or take a walk with Deborah…I thank my lucky stars for every memory unexpected.

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Remember when you learned to ride a bike…how the world was all brand new?

Have you ever stopped to think about the all the changes you went through?


Close your eyes…think back..remember how it feels…

You started on a tricycle...then a bicycle with training wheels


Then came the day that changed your world, we all must face them as we grow

The day you knew it was time...for the training wheels to go.


Remember Dad or Mom running behind you; hearing their encouragement…their groans…remember seeing them in the distance…you were riding on your own!


At that moment you were alive and you thought...this bike riding is a piece of cake.

till you remembered they taught you how to ride but forgot to teach you how to brake.


It turns out life is a series of changes we experience along the way

for, like it or not, everything is changing, every second, every day.


Of course we are aware of this...but once in a while we’re a little more attuned

like when Sunday merges into Monday or May turns into June.


And every now and then we take a moment from our normal circadian climb

to think about the changes we’ve encountered within the passages of time. 


A baby changes daily and in no time at all is learning how to crawl

as quickly as the summer breezes give way to the winds of fall.


We blink and that crawling baby is a child, then a teenager on the go

as quickly as the falling leaves of autumn turn into winter snow.


Blink again and that teenager becomes an adult with all the responsibilities that brings.

as quickly as the winter snow lifts revealing the flowers…the colors of spring.


Change engulfs us, it’s inevitable...and though we may not understand why

without it…not one caterpillar would become a butterfly?


Since life will not slow down for us no matter how we’ve tried

I think learning to ride a bike has helped prepare us for the ride. 


After all we need to keep pedaling to stay balanced, we learn from our mistakes,

we feel joy knowing we can ride and knowing when to hit the breaks.


“Oh that’s ridiculous! How can riding a bike prepare us for life?” you laugh…perhaps you scoff…

It’s simple really, it prepares us for all those days…

when our training wheels come off.



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I remember looking at Deborah and thinking to myself…how blessed…how fortunate are we…as we drove from our cabin in the mountains…to our home down by the sea.


Blessed to have a life where, one moment, we are able to be…experiencing the majesty of the mountains…and the next…the grandeur of the sea.


Blessed to have in our life…the ability to choose…from two wonders of creation…with two completely different views.


Take sunsets for instance…the same sunset…but both as different as can be…as the sun seems to nestle behind the mountains…but swan dive into the sea.


It’s as if the sun works harder to settle in the mountains…climbing through the trees and in and out of caves…while setting in the ocean…all she does is ride the waves.


It reminds me of the highs and lows of life…on our daily roller coaster ride…sometimes we find ourselves climbing…other times…we’re floating on the tide.


But one of the wonders of a sunset…is that each one is brand new…and whether we’re climbing or we’re floating…we must find time to enjoy the view.


For enjoying the view is, I imagine, most important…in life…it is the key…whether the sun is nestling behind the mountains…or swan diving into the sea.

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We know the exact moment our time on Earth began

but…since we don’t know when it will end

may we think of time less as an enemy

and accept her as our friend


And in the span that she has given us

before she puts us all to bed

may we treat the world with kindness

and leave no important word unsaid.



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Why do so many of us only come tor realize our time on Earth is precious after someone dies?


Why is it so many of us say…“I should have taken more time with them

to love…

to laugh…

to play….

only after that person has left us…only after they’ve passed away?


Why does it take a person dying to make us think of the world we wanted to create?  

Why do we wait to do all the things we should have done…

until it is too late?


I wish everyone could understand before a death…

how time is a gift 

bestowed upon us by our creator…

from above…

a gift to be shared over and over again

with all of those, in life, we love.


I wish we all would spend more time 

with the ones we love 

while the ones we love still live…

because ‘more time’ is a gift…

the creator does not give.

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