Written 3-6-2018
On my exercise route this afternoon, I noticed some early spring growth reaching skyward at the base of a pine tree, and it occurred to me that most of nature loves to climb.
We’re no different. In a sense, we’re all mountain climbers. We root for ourselves, our families, our businesses, our religion, our sports teams, our entertainers, our politicians to get to the top.
We often like to identify where others are using the wrong route to the top. Recently, the Oscars were revealed to show us who made it to the top in movie land in 2017. All that mountain climbing all around us each and every day generates a massive amount of clicking sounds.
Do you hear it too?
It’s the click, click, click of carabiners being attached or released from group fixed lines. These lines are different routes to the top. Each week, we get to decide to stay on our current path or pick another route with different climbers. We’re constantly deciding where to attach our carabiners next.
Who or what is:
- our new favorite musician?
- our new favorite restaurant?
- our new friend?
- our new toy?
- our new cause?
- our new hope?
Sometimes we hear the delicate click of someone no longer climbing anymore. Their carabiner has been released for the last time.
Yesterday, March 5th, my dad would have been 90 years old.
I just realized what I didn’t hear yesterday. I didn’t hear any new clicking sounds from my dad. He had already released his carabiner one last time last December when he passed away.
Bummer, dude.
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