I'm having trouble writing this; it seems too deep for Saturday morning and I'm not sure my thoughts will be coherent to anyone else. But the long and short is that I'm grappling with the pattern of development. We, as in people, develop, invent, create, and then we figure that life will always be improved. We are totally immersed in our western culture in the concept of always improving. Whether it's our fitness level, our homes, our knowledge, our bodies - think Botox. But history shows that time and again what was once great is demolished and remains as a ruin that we should be learning from. Blame this all on the next port on our Mini-Tour, Ephesus.
|Courtesy of M. Lobert|
So in the midst of this fragmented and crazy pondering, it's really mind boggling to think that we are each a piece of a giant story of life on earth. Sometimes this fascination with life gets too intense and a little fun is needed. My wonderful kids are the balance, always willing to help me laugh and reminding me not to think too hard or my head might explode. They humoured me recently by all lining up inside Kanti's newly moved, enlarged, and renovated kennel area. As the offspring and their 'loving others' entered the kennel, Kanti provided the kodak moment by being on the outside of the kennel with her frisbee in her mouth as if to say "isn't life grand, won't you come out and play?"