Every few nights I catch a man taking his dog for a walk. In and of itself that may not seem extraordinary, but it is when you realize that the dog has difficulty standing let alone walking on his own.
They make their slow methodical walk to the park together, his old hound proudly in tow behind him in a wagon, and as they reach their destination he pulls out a special harness to help steady and support the dog while allowing him freedom to move about on his own without too much struggle.
Each time I bear witness to this routine, I have to stagger back tears. I’ve never stopped to ask his name or his story because I’m always worried words will fail, but this extreme demonstration of love and compassion reminds me that sometimes good human beings can still be found in this world.
I keep stumbling on things that take my mind elsewhere, back to a certain someplace out on the playa. To me this describes one of those feelings I experienced but fell utterly short on articulating. The concept itself is poignant, humbling, and thought provoking, so at least I have a name for it now…
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Found this quote the other day and it totally brought me back to something else I posted recently.
And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for, ’cause it’s not where you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re a part of something, and if you find that moment… it lasts forever…
— Richard (Leonardo DiCaprio) in “The Beach”
I’m still having trouble adjusting after experiencing my moment, and with every photo and retold story I keep going back.
So is your paradise a place or a moment?
I’m not drinking any less…
I’m just drinking crappier beer.
I have awesome friends.
Thanks to Shauna for bringing this to my attention…
As I was sipping an Ice Mountain (owned by Nestle) bottled water today at a staff meeting, my colleague informed me that ice mountain is bottled in Northern Michigan and is depleting our natural resources at an alarming rate of something like a BILLION gallons of water a day. Anyways, it’s bad news! River’s are lower, fish are sad, squirrels are thirsty, birds are confused, etc etc no bueno no bueno. I’m sure some of you already have ‘cut it out’ (thanks uncle joey) with the whole drinking bottled water thing, applause for u. For the rest of you and myself included, let’s keep it old skool and use our faucets, it’s just as good for you, studies show.
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Earlier this week the results of a study were released analyzing drinking habits and brain size.
Overall, the more alcohol consumed, the smaller the brain volume, with abstainers having a higher brain volume than former drinkers, light drinkers (one to seven drinks per week), moderate drinkers (eight to 14 drinks per week), and heavy drinkers (14 or more drinks per week).
At first I was concerned, but then I read another study about the brain and internet usage.
For middle-aged and older people at least, using the internet helps boost brain power, research suggests.
A University of California Los Angeles team found searching the web stimulated centres in the brain that controlled decision-making and complex reasoning.
I’m no longer concerned.
You find a box of individually wrapped snacky food products (think pretzels, chocolate wafers, and potato chips) with an expiration date over 2 years ago.