Sometimes

Sometimes…amidst the days work…one of those many weekday hum drum work days that fill in the year between weekends, vacations and holidays…I find myself aimlessly rambling down a strange road in the countryside or along some stretch of water. A moment is taken out of life to just stop!

Stop and look…at the lazily rolling, lush green hills of California; clustered with living trees reaching into the sky and bright, beautiful flowers giving tribute to natures unlimited talents…at the wispy light clouds challenging the mind with images as they drift non-committed overhead… or at a body of water, maybe a river twisting between the hills, meandering from the mountains, reaching down to the ocean...maybe even the ocean itself; listening to the pounding of waves repeatedly as the mother ocean slowly, methodically reclaims the land it once gave rise to.

Stop and feel…the gentle warmth of our radiating sun on my skin; the caressing breezes of wind as they sweep the earth’s surface pushing the dirt and man’s wastes to a burial site of its own choosing; the peace and contentment within myself as I commune with God, Earth and Nature.

Sometimes…I ponder at the rhyme or reason to this fast pace insanity we call life and progress. What purpose do we serve in burning out our souls and exhausting that spark of life for a house, a car, a boat and some ill begotten reward called a pay check? Such a price to pay day after day.

Sometimes; a moment is taken out of life to just stop! Is that Thoreau I hear?

Gary R. Cramer

March 20, 1984