That’s some yummy humble pie

I’m in landscape management. According to my self-created job description I “locate and remove threats to landscape integrity.”

I pull weeds.

I was thinking about this as I pulled weeds this morning. Is this where I thought I’d be at 40 when I was 14?

No. And yes.

I grew up on a farm and thought, in 1986, that I’d be running it by now, have a few horses (something we hadn’t had since the early ’60s), and have a few books published. If I was pulling weeds it would be so I could enjoy some solitude and have some time to just think.

How the mighty have fallen. I grew up in a life of upper middle-class privilege, though my parents made sure I worked my tail off enough to deserve a little of that privilege. Today I’m pulling weeds for a friend who offered the job to help me out.

Humble pie? You betcha.

God is using that, though, to help me understand what people of a variety of backgrounds and experiences go through. Since leaving the Marine Corps I’ve rolled with the penniless and with people worth millions. I’ve been unemployed and I’ve made $2000 in a week. I’ve lost and gained and lost and gained family and friends. I’ve made some stunning mistakes along the way. I’ve had a few triumphs. Like Job, I’ve learned to bless the name of the LORD in either instance.

This morning  I discovered my sciatica. I’m not sure exactly what I did, but somehow I pinched it. As I was rubbing my back I began to think about my current situation. I’m on a farm, I’m pulling weeds, I am writing, and I’m using the time with weeds to talk with and worship God.

I’m happy. I don’t know that I’ll ever own my own farm, but this experience is priceless. If I’d known this humble pie was coming in 1986, I’d have been prepared to choke on it. In retrospect, however, I’d say it is actually delicious.

Question: Have you ever had an experience that, going into it, you would not have enjoyed, but when it was over you were glad you went through it?


Summer Storms In My Mind

The summer has been crazy. I’ve been busy and I’ve thought, a few times, that I had decided on a serious, dedicated direction for all I’m doing. So far, though, I’m just staying busy and feeling a little unproductive. It’s like there is wind and rain whipping through my mind, confusing my direction, while thunder and lightning boom and flash, adding to my distraction.

School is out for a few days before the Fall semester begins. I’m taking 18 credits since a full-time job has yet to surface in my life. I’ve been working a few hours a week on a friend’s farm and I hope to continue this (with a few more hours) for the foreseeable future. It’s hard work, but it helps pay the bills.

What does that mean for my blog? Actually, it means good things.

I spend a lot of time thinking while I’m at the farm. Several of us work there but my duties keep me on my own most of the time. The means my wheels start turning and creativity comes about. When that happens I either start writing or I get out my camera.

Some short works of fiction will be popping up in between my thoughts on life and liberty. I hope you enjoy them. I hope you comment on them.

I’ll also be sharing more of my photography at Rounds Downrange, another blog I have for that purpose.

I enjoy writing and I enjoy photography and I have a plan for the future that will put both to use. In the meantime, I’ll be sharing the journey with you. I hope you enjoy. If so, tell others, please. If not, please let me know.

And for those who know … Semeste.