By: EarlB, 12:55 PM GMT on November 17, 2009
Winds swirl around me
In their familiar way,
A touch here, another there,
They move me along.
I'm like a leaf:
I'm not going where I wish,
But where I must go:
Where this wind blows me.
Let go, let go,
The wind says.
Open your arms to me,
And just let go.
You can be a leaf in the wind
If you just let go.
By: EarlB, 10:12 PM GMT on November 07, 2009
I suppose it all began a few days ago with the discovery of
a cat hiding amidst the debris that accumulates wherever people
have worked and then moved on. The cat had the look of wild to it,
it kept away at first, it's caution, a necessary trait when trust is
only a sometimes thing.
That caution broke down quickly as a small army of my co-workers
brought a steady supply of tuna, lunch meat, and even crusts of
bread to it.
It's still cold here, even as summer approaches, so, a make-shift house
appeared, insulated with bubble wrap, and a wise cat was quick to move
in. And then, three, week-old kittens moved in! Three old men, hard
of head and hand, but soft of heart, became adoptive fathers and staunch
There are a lot of people that are like that cat, in need of love. There
are a lot of people, like the three old men, that have the bigness of heart,
the capacity and willingness to give that love. Love once, love again, then
love some more.
"And, in the end, the love you take / Is equal to the love you make"*
*"The End", P. McCartney
If you want to see photos of the outdoor cats that inspired this blog
entry, go to my Picasa web album "Chile, 2009" (and feel free to browse
through the other albums) at
Updated: 12:43 PM GMT on November 13, 2009