‎63 Years of Memories....

‎63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.

There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.

Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!

How do you thank a place for memories?

Monday, May 15, 2006

Reflections

First, let me say, I had a conversation with Bert about the way we utilize the Blog. So far, we tend to post our current events, and updates of our daily lives. Bert mentioned to me that it is also a great place for us to share our expressions, feelings, and discoveries. We can post things we learn, and things we think the rest of us may be interested to know. Rather than limiting it to daily recounts, we can include art, poetry, and whatever other expressions we feel like. Just wanted to mention it to everyone. Also want to say, I am sooooo happy to see posts from Brandon & family, and Sue & family, please keep it up!



I have been thinking much of Berts recent post, along with rereading it several times. Over many years, my thoughts have often spiraled around the decision one faces in life in regards to dedicating themselves to environtmental pusuits, or humanitarian efforts that will lift peoples spirits, improve their lives and health, or emancipate them from powers that perpetuate their defenselessness. I have had times when I felt deep inner guilt for not dedicating my life to a 'cause', because I know I am someone who could accomplish good, and bring hope, or protect even one species that is without guardian. Is the only way to live a truly 'right' life to sacrifice yourself to the cure of one disease, the defense of one species, or the safety of one group of people? The sincerity of self sacrifice for something you believe in is indeed the most noble of accomplishments in life. However, as only one human, your sacrifice can benefit only one cause, being that the number of efforts are limitless and far too broad in nature to be improved by one individuals expertise. Like the monks who self immolate in the name of humanity, the peace corps volunteers who assist a handful of the impoverished, the Jane Goodalls who personally guard and protect a single species, or even a suicide bomber who sacrifices himself for his faith, it appears that dedicating your life to a single cause is the only 'true' way to use your life in attempt to improve the world. Is this really the case? I'm not so sure. I have read different philosophies, and a good bit of Buddhism, and now feel that by choosing a path for your life, dedicating yourself to a career you are good at, that you enjoy, and adding yourself as a necessary piece to the whole, you become a cog in the wheel of the giant machine that powers the system of the universe. If your ways in life are not corrupt, if you are not motivated by greed, if you spend your years treating people with kindness, and doing your best, you are automatically accomplishing a great deed by those acts alone. A few grandstand individuals cannot themselves make up a healthy world, in truth it is the many individuals, the unnoticed workers, the quiet masses who propel us towards harmony. Find what you are good at, and put your heart into it. That is what "doing something for the world" truly means. Seeking individual fame only distracts from the humble progression of the natural way of things. If you want to improve humanity, improve yourself, and it will exponentially spread to others.

I always love reading what Bert writes, and others with a voice and heart like him. I only wish I could be as eloquent. While I have often thought of dropping my career, and dedicating my life to saving sea turtles, or helping diseased peasants in Cambodia, or fighting big corporations that destroy the rainforests of the world, I have come to learn that my life is as just beneficial, though maybe not as meritorious as these other callings. I improve lives, make people happy, fight for and encourage the well being and humane treatment of animals. While I only affect a small number of children, I spend an exhaustive amount of time teaching them to be compassionate and responsible, along with taking care of themselves, keeping their bodies safe and distant from dangerous habits and people, and overall having respect and pride in themselves.
I am not going to be written up in any history book for having changed the world. People will not remember me as a martyr, for I will not die in pursuit of a lofty and noble quest. However, I will not die feeling myself a failure for not having self-immolated in protest of government corruption, or dedicating myself to a cause at the expense of never having a family of my own. Instead I will die having spent my life close to those I love, and surrounded by family and friends, knowing I have treated people well, and in that alone have made a difference.


"In the end we remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

- Martin Luther King Jr.

2 comments:

Lottie Dah said...

What beautiful pieces - your cool art-photo and your writing.

When you're happy, Bree, you make others happy. When you ride, others can see the beauty and enjoy it. When you teach, others feel your care and concern. What is extra special is that that those things also make you feel good. Hurray for the upward spiral! And for your ability to embrace it!

Hugs and love,
Mom

Lake said...

'I only wish I could be as eloquent.'

You are not lacking in eloquence.

~Blake