One grain of truth
Want to stick your head in the sand?
It’s the worst political Haboob in a long time.
It’s like Austin Jamison said about one a storm, “”You have suddenly very poor visibilities that come on with all the dense dust in the air.”
Sounds hazardous. Sickening.
Many are feeling feverish from it all.
Robert W. Service, Bard of the Yukon, once observed, “It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.”
So gritty. So true.
Just jerk the shoes off.
You can’t ever get that last little bit of sand out of a shoe…
(Or out of your eye – no matter how much you rub and weep.)
So go ahead. Kick them.
Escape the noise. Clear the vision.
Take a suggestion from William Blake to gain a little balance?
“To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.”
No place better to see than the sea.
It’s not scorching. (You did remember the water, right?)
And it’s never one way.
Who knows what is buried in the dunes.
What is treasure to one species…
(Hey, you can’t call it road kill if it’s in the wetlands..so it’s OK, right?)
Once clear of the tangle, it’s easy to see which way the wind blows.
An opportunity to test the waters?
Adventures for the brave, strong, or interested.
Must to be alert, though.
“The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.” George Elliot.
You can follow others’ tracks – which is easy.
Maybe not going exactly where you want, but safe.
Or make some of your own.
Be your own guide. Explore.
Welcome the unexpected.
Life by and in the water.
The endless sand.
Constant, yet ever-changing.
Can’t box it in – well, maybe a bit for a kid’s amusement in a backyard.
But even there, sand will slip away when no one is looking.
Somehow it always manages to end up houses uninvited. Why is that? Pushy?
Sand’s a little like people?
Or should people take a hint from sand and sea?
“If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.” Napoleon Hill
There are always those who can’t escape the enchantment: must build despite the risk.
“Great risk, great reward,” they say.
(These units certainly are full of self-esteem – quite pricey…It’s not Florida, people. Seriously.)
Funny that hard permanent concrete has sand as a component.
How human to force a substance to do something opposite of its’ true nature.
Must be a power trip.
Shaking a fist at the gods?
Starts at an early age – with all those sand castles?
Not far from the beach (Galveston’s a narrow island), is The Strand” – Once called “The Wall Street of the South”
(Please don’t tell the Occupied crowd. Waste of their valuable time.)
It’s a historical district now with shops, lofts, restaurants, horse-drawn carriages, cruise passengers, and festivals.
Flooded up to second floors during Hurricane Ike. There’s concern the salt water residue is attacking the iron construction of the buildings.
“Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.” Jimi Hendrix
Pretty much the nitty-gritty of reality.
Those grains of sand relentlessly pour through life’s hourglass.
Which means even these ever-shifting quicksand political campaigns will end in time.
Although not soon enough for most people.
Just like that annoying grain of sand stuck in your eye:
No matter how much you rub and weep, it just won’t go away!
So you might as well dance in the sprinkler – the best part at the end of each
election beach trip: washing off the sticky residue.
Kicking up a little sand,
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge