Tonight, President Barack Obama will go before TV cameras and will deliver his first substantial report to the nation. He should stay home and go to bed. Here is more of what I think:
Despite Obama’s presence in the White House, spring will come. Yes it will. In several months, despite all of his misbegotten and self-absorbed approaches to governance, we will be able to go out into the warmth of the spring sunshine and see nature awaken from its winter slumber.
We will be able, once more, to watch the buds bloom; to coax our gardens into fresh growth; to make do with what we have – that which has not yet been taken away from us by the mismanagement of the boys and girls inside the Beltway. Yes, we can.
And there – in that eternal yearning for a spring that always comes – is where we will find the genuine hope and change that we can truly believe in.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A Good Day in Bridgewater
It was a good Wednesday in Bridgewater this afternoon, not because of anything special, but precisely because of the opposite. Something quite ordinary occurred: It was a warm sunny day signaling the onset of spring, just a few days away.
I took full advantage of the bright sun and the temperatures in the low 60’s to get out into the yard and to do some necessary, early season trimming of butterfly and sage plantings. There is something elementally simple and yet profound about getting close to the earth, with a cool zephyr blowing from the west and the sun beaming on one’s back.
So many of us (including myself) often think that we are so sophisticated and knowledgeable at times. Bending and kneeling on the ground to trim a few plants, to smell the earth, and to get some honest grime under the fingernails and on the hands helps to center a person.
It reminds me of where we all came from, and where we’ll all end up, no matter what happens in Washington, Wall Street or in local politics. The only thing that really matters is if we know how to benefit from the original blessing that envelops everyone, every minute of every day – if only we will recognize it.
No politics today!
I took full advantage of the bright sun and the temperatures in the low 60’s to get out into the yard and to do some necessary, early season trimming of butterfly and sage plantings. There is something elementally simple and yet profound about getting close to the earth, with a cool zephyr blowing from the west and the sun beaming on one’s back.
So many of us (including myself) often think that we are so sophisticated and knowledgeable at times. Bending and kneeling on the ground to trim a few plants, to smell the earth, and to get some honest grime under the fingernails and on the hands helps to center a person.
It reminds me of where we all came from, and where we’ll all end up, no matter what happens in Washington, Wall Street or in local politics. The only thing that really matters is if we know how to benefit from the original blessing that envelops everyone, every minute of every day – if only we will recognize it.
No politics today!
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