My Father, the Slingshot Master
For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.
Stop whatever you’re doing and come watch me!
Swoosh. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
See? It’s four in a row now
The Dance of Spirit
People seem to constantly be “preparing for a life,” or “laying the foundation for” some kind of an “official life” in the future. But when they get old, they start preparing for the lives of the next generation without ever getting to live and experience their own lives. Amid the hustle and bustle, people inadvertently lose the outer scales of life one by one, until eventually they lose life itself.
Simplicity lies at the heart of this game.
Sometimes I look at my dad and wonder, am I the daffodil, growing from the bulb that is shedding its scales and dying?
there are people beyond people and sky beyond sky
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