Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Straight Lines--100 Words
[While I wish I could claim ownership of the yard in the photo, alas, it's not our yard. Maybe our new home will look this good!]
I cut grass today.
I enjoy doing that.
I enjoy cutting the grass in straight lines.
It looks organized. It looks clean. It looks as it should.
How I wish all of life could be measured in straight lines.
You know. The shortest distance between two points.
In relationship to my career, every decision would be clear and the direction would be easily recognized.
In relationship to family, we’d know exactly what each other needed and then tackle it head-on.
Yet, life doesn’t come to us in straight lines.
Normally, it comes like dodging flowers.
And, dog poop.