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Lessons From the Lake Sunlight dances playfully across the surface like the smooth flat slate skipping clumsily along the shoreline, tossed by hands from three generations. The older passing down the age-old folly to the next. On the wobbly wooden pier another line is cast by a novice fisherman, all of eight years old, inspired by the wisdom of grandpa, uncles, and dad. A gentle plop, as lure and line break the glistening lake cap, heralds a chorus of encouragement from the assembly gathered witness to the sharing of life’s simple pleasures. Though together each alone lost in reminiscence, a sense of deja’ vu. Thirty bygone summers since our little hands learned to skip the rocks, toss a line, guided then by loving hands now lost to autumn's chill. Soon our roles will change again, as our children’s became ours, as morning whispers give rise to evening's shrill song. Like the surf that continues to roll to the ancient slate walls of the shore, shaping the coastline, smoothing the fragments it carries away, yet always returning the wandering offspring to the source; the years will shape us, draw us along on the voyage of life, returning us often to renew our strength, to the source. Home. |
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