FootprintsintheWind.com

Now for largering
Again for our emptying
Both gently singing

:- Doug.

At times we feel unsettled
Times we are settled
Let us be kind to ourselves either “time”

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1559

I am a young man hired to keep clean the workshop of one Thomas A Edison. What a man. So out of touch with the world around him, like all the men he employs in his workshop. Fiddling forever with odd possessions. Absent minded people, forgetting to eat. And Edison himself: asleep often in the middle of the day. I leave the place (and Edison still up and about) tidy at dark and come back in the morning to things strewn all about: broken glass, papers, blankets, wires, nuts, screws, and pillows. Mr Edison sleeping in the middle of the day again, and his companions speaking incomprehensible things, words no one ever heard—if they speak at all.

So I wonder how this is different from the place in which my grandson works a hundred some years later—a nursing home?

Please pass it on.

© c 2015, Learning Works, Incorporated. All rights reserved. Easy reprint permissions: 574/291-0022, or by e-mail to mailto:Footprints AT FootprintsInTheWind.com. Back issues available at http://www.FootprintsintheWind.com

Fifty years as an adult. I am feeling mature. I am feeling stable. I am on a solid launching pad for what comes next.

:- Doug.

I am: contemplative.

:- Doug.