If the devil had an ounce of talent in him he would have created his own universe instead of trying to mess this one up. Mind you, it’s strangely comforting to know that even God has to deal with “that guy”.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Caretakers of the Garden
I walk outback prit-near every evening at sunset. Stand in the back-forty and look at the hill—it’s about a mile away—covered in lush green trees; stretched out to form an elevated horizon. I look up to see what cloud formations are in-store for me: swirls, fluffy, scarce, sometimes a combination. Then I check to see which colours were selected; usually they’re shades of orange, red, pink and gold but you can’t count anything out—some pretty strange things can happen in a Cressy sky.
The sun is always behind the hill but not the colours; sometimes they’re stretched out, relaxing across the western sky, and sometimes they’re playfully bouncing off the clouds—it’s different every time, even changing while you watch.
It reminds me a bit of when I lived in Toronto and went to a café in The Beach area; they had photos on the walls: vast skies and sunsets. Those photos were going for $400 and up. I think how lucky I am to get to see it live every evening—for free. Then I listen to the wind, the birds, the lake in the distance and think of the Solitude CDs I used to see in the stores; no matter how much you spend on your sound system, they won’t measure up to the real thing.
Inhaling the fresh country air (which no air freshener can come close to) I think of what one of the saints said, though I can’t recall which one, or what the exact quote was, but to paraphrase, “You can see the masterwork, why wouldn’t you recognize the artist behind it?”
I look around admiring every brush stroke and taking delight in every note that plays in the background.
It kind of makes me wonder what earth would be like if the only thing we saw as perfect was nature’s delicate balance and we spent our lives as caretakers of the garden: learning, sharing, shaping, interpreting but without disturbing, instead remaining in a state-of-wonder, constant in our awe and appreciation for the beauty that we inherited and that will hopefully still surround us for generations to come.
Copyright © Colin Frizzell 2009. All rights reserved.
The sun is always behind the hill but not the colours; sometimes they’re stretched out, relaxing across the western sky, and sometimes they’re playfully bouncing off the clouds—it’s different every time, even changing while you watch.
It reminds me a bit of when I lived in Toronto and went to a café in The Beach area; they had photos on the walls: vast skies and sunsets. Those photos were going for $400 and up. I think how lucky I am to get to see it live every evening—for free. Then I listen to the wind, the birds, the lake in the distance and think of the Solitude CDs I used to see in the stores; no matter how much you spend on your sound system, they won’t measure up to the real thing.
Inhaling the fresh country air (which no air freshener can come close to) I think of what one of the saints said, though I can’t recall which one, or what the exact quote was, but to paraphrase, “You can see the masterwork, why wouldn’t you recognize the artist behind it?”
I look around admiring every brush stroke and taking delight in every note that plays in the background.
It kind of makes me wonder what earth would be like if the only thing we saw as perfect was nature’s delicate balance and we spent our lives as caretakers of the garden: learning, sharing, shaping, interpreting but without disturbing, instead remaining in a state-of-wonder, constant in our awe and appreciation for the beauty that we inherited and that will hopefully still surround us for generations to come.
Copyright © Colin Frizzell 2009. All rights reserved.
Father's Day
"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." ~Clarence Budington Kelland
"Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name." ~William Wordsworth
Miss you Dad.
Happy Father's Day everyone.
Cherish it.
"Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name." ~William Wordsworth
Miss you Dad.
Happy Father's Day everyone.
Cherish it.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I've been working all day on the film script rewrite for Ed. Whenever I've worked on this project, or any of my projects before, I was always writing for my wife, and dreaming of the crib that would go into my office, when that time came. It felt strange today to not have that as my motivation. I guess it's because the script was written during the relationship, and rewritten and rewritten, and written again, that brought it all to mind. Not sure why I'm sharing this actually. But I am. And now I'm going to suck-it-up and get back to work.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The First Half
With all the pride we take in the things we build, create and manipulate, we never stop to think; even the passengers on the Titanic were happy for the first half of the journey.
Copyright © Colin Frizzell 2009. All rights reserved.
Copyright © Colin Frizzell 2009. All rights reserved.
Monday, June 8, 2009
"I am" instead of "I do"?
I tended bar at a wedding reception last Saturday night. During the speeches I got to talking to my fellow bartenders, Crystal and David, about how weddings are all about love—or they’re supposed to be—and how true love is dependant on honesty. So, in the spirit of that honesty, and in light of the current North American divorce rate, I suggested that some new “vows” might be in order; at the end of which the bride and groom to be would say, “I am” instead of, “I do”. . . ;)
“Do you [insert name here] realize that you are entering into a life-long obligation that you have only a 46% chance of actually fulfilling; and that there is a 54% chance that it will end in sheer bloody misery. In fact, even if you do make it, the odds are pretty good that it’ll still end in sheer bloody misery. Are you an idiot?”
“I am.”
Crystal called me a romantic.
I reckoned that if you can get someone to agree to it on those terms, you’ve got yourself a keeper. Facing reality, overcoming it and laughing at it together: keys to any healthy long-lasting relationship. :)
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“Do you [insert name here] realize that you are entering into a life-long obligation that you have only a 46% chance of actually fulfilling; and that there is a 54% chance that it will end in sheer bloody misery. In fact, even if you do make it, the odds are pretty good that it’ll still end in sheer bloody misery. Are you an idiot?”
“I am.”
Crystal called me a romantic.
I reckoned that if you can get someone to agree to it on those terms, you’ve got yourself a keeper. Facing reality, overcoming it and laughing at it together: keys to any healthy long-lasting relationship. :)
Copyright © Colin Frizzell 2009. All rights reserved.
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