It’s early October as I write in Dallas, Texas. It’s finally cooling off a little bit. I love Texas. I’m just not fond of the big city. Too much noise. Too much traffic. Too much pollution. Too much crime.
Why are we all crowded together like cattle in a stockyard? There’s so much beautiful country out there to be enjoyed. Why aren’t we able to embrace more of it? Why can’t we live in peace and wonder with nature, deriving pleasure from it – rather than destroying our very base of existence. It has been scientifically predicted (by some) that we don’t have much time left (due to global warming). Why are we so crowded together in these last days? There are far too many of us herded into cramped conditions of hardship and poverty.
Indeed, some of us do survive and even thrive quite nicely. However, for every person who thrives, there are several more who struggle to even subsist. There are an increasing number of people who are having trouble making ends meet. It makes you sad thinking about it. This is supposedly an age of abundance. What continues to fall short are not truly commodities though… What continues to fall short are the hearts of men. That’s why Jesus told us that we would always have the poor with us. Hunger and need are primarily fallout from the greed and power lust that so besieges us.
But slowly, and thankfully, here comes Fall => my favorite season. Leaves turning all colors of the rainbow. Trees and shrubs mercifully blanketing the worn-out summer turf. The air turning cooler and brisker. The inevitable change of seasons => one can even *sniff* it in the air. Summer’s relentless heat slowly subsiding => Nature is venturing into the nether regions of slumber… as the Earth indulges in a brief interlude of relaxation – all before the onslaught of winter takes its vicious hold.
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Texas pecan trees are bearing their fruit. North winds gathering strength. Healing, cleansing rains, once scared stupid by the big city’s high pressure dome, are finally showing a little resolve. Autumn rains build slowly but eventually evolve into a much-needed rainy season here in Texas.
Football gearing up all around. High school. College. Professional. The State Fair of Texas celebrating with Big Tex and lots of food – lots and lots of food! Texas versus Oklahoma. Excitement in the air. College in full swing. Young people full of life and hope! “speaking their minds… but gettin’ so much resistance from behind.” But the future looks bright and “wide open.” There is so much to learn. So much to live for.
Libido inescapably prowling around like a wild beast looking for prey though – never to be satiated. Desire, knowledge and revelation all competing to take root in young minds – the mind supernaturally assailed from all quarters. How to grasp? How to adapt? How to understand?
Synapses are violently firing up memories from times long since forgotten. Fall is woefully nostalgic, yet so dear – still somehow emotively fulfilling. But as one ages, there is always this tragic yearning for one’s youth. It grabs you by the lapel and vigorously shakes you. Finally kinda’ learning how to live… we mourn how our knowledge has become somewhat futile in our later years. The heart sighs… the mind grows weary.
“We are star dust. We are golden.” Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
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