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Yesterday I watched a small bird, flying very fast, disappear into the canopy of an oak tree. So dense were its leaves that it was impossible to see what happened next, though I can tell you it remained inside.
I wondered how the little bird found its opening through the leaves at such a speed, and then managed to gently align its fragile body on the branch it chose to land upon, all within a fraction of a second. Not to mention the impossible to imagine flying maneuvers required: the banking, the curling, the vertical and horizontal stabilizations, the deceleration and landing.
Memory? Calculation? Not in that tiny brain. Instinct? Maybe, but how does instinct know which way the branches of a tree have grown when no two are the same?
KC, that little bird just knew. It had faith, in spite of not being able to see how things would work out, that if (and only if) it stayed the course the details would be taken care of; that an opening would appear and a twig would be found. In fact, had she slowed down enough to carefully and logically inspect the tree first, the prudent thing to do, she would have lost her lift and fallen to the ground.
Kind of like reaching for your dreams. Neither memory, nor calculating, nor instincts are the deciding factors, but faith coupled with action. Tallyho,
WARNING: KC, staying the course is NOT the same as clinging to a HOW.
Thoughts become things… choose the good ones! ®
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Well it’s official. My father lived to see 60!!! Two years ago, the doctors in Alberta told him he wouldn’t live to see 60… and then he came to live with me, in Ontario two years ago (we’ve since moved out West). When he came to me, he had given in to his decided fate… convinced he had less than a year to live. I gave him two choices: 1) To live the best last year of his life and then die or 2) Decide to live. Took him a bit of time to understand that he had a choice… but he made the choice to live. He was simply too young to die and there is still so much for him to do before, well… he kicks the bucket. And wow!!! His health improved … so much so that when he moved back to Alberta, the same doctors were amazed!! They tell him he now had a good 5-7 years left in his current state-of-health. AND they are now telling my father that IF he continues doing what he’s been doing, he can improve his odds even better yet!!!
So our family doesn’t celebrate in big, over the top ways. But to my dad… the fact that I drove the 10-12 hours thru the great Canadian Rockies, with my cat Chandler, whom I must say is VERY lucky that I love him to pieces, who also doesn’t travel well and drove me nuts for the first two hours of the drive and almost took a flying leap out the window.
My dad… all he wanted was me to be there. And I promised him I would take him to his favorite restaurant (The Keg) where we ate like Kings & Queens (the best prime rib and lobster meals)…. But I think what gave my father the most pleasure was such simple things. My father LOVES history… and something as simple as bringing him to a few historical places in his own backyard… well, why not??!!
We first visited Lake Minnewanka (in Banff National Park) where a resort village is burried in the lake back in 1941. It’s also a glacier lake… where we got to spend a little up-close-and-personal time with some Big Horn Sheep.
We also drove until my butt was numb to visit Frank’s Slide, once a thriving mining town at the base of Turtle Mountain. In 1903, in the early hours of the morn, 74 million tonnes of mountain side rock broke loose from the mountain side and in 90 seconds destroyed homes, mines and over 76 people died in a population of 100. We got there too late and wasn’t able to get up close and personal for the tours but it meant a lot to my dad… and that good enough for me.
The rest of the pictures are some very unflattering pictures of me with the family… LOL… but then again, one doesn’t have to get all dolled up and looking hot for family!!!