Sunrises and Sunsets

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 I guess you could say I’ve always been somewhat of a Spiritual person.  The most beautiful sunrise I ever experienced was during the summer spent in Colorado.  The sun rose over a mountain and the sky was a perfect pink and orange.  But as for sunsets I have experienced many.  I don’t recall a favorite sunset.  Maybe to some either a sunrise or a sunset is just either.  Maybe nothing special.

But I’m thinking this morning as I get older I’m still like mid-day, but that I haven’t yet reached the sunset of life.  Those who are younger won’t be thinking about the sunsets or the sunrises but that every day is an adventure.  We slow down as we get older.  I used to look forward to trips, but these days I’d rather stay put than travel.  We’ve had our travels.  I used to dream of road trips, but no more.  

Maybe I’m at the sunset of life to some degree, but really I’ve just slowed down preferring instead to let my thoughts take me where I want to go.  I’ve given a lot of thought to being a writer, which is what I always wanted to be.  I wrote my own sermons at one time, but now I write this blog without sermonizing—I hope.  I don’t enjoy telling others how to believe.  I’m too passive for that.  

In fact, I’m not sure I care if anyone believes me about Divine Intervention.  What does it matter if I do?  I’m not an evangelist selling anything for money.  I really don’t care about whether anyone believes me.  And maybe at the sunset of life I am more passive because I don’t feel like arguing about it.  I could say I’ve found mine so go find yours.  But in my case mine found me and I can’t explain that to anyone.  

I can’t tell anyone to go find Angels.  Maybe if I did they’re found in hospitals where people are dying.  But that is certainly a strange way to look for Angels.  I can’t tell anyone how to be found by Angels.  I can’t explain the unexplainable.  When I’ve felt I’ve tried I’ve felt like a failure.  I can’t do it.  If I worried about death I’d say I’ve over stayed my welcome on this earth and it’s about time to go.  But it’s still mid-day in my thinking.  No sunsets here.  

The American Indians used to say that the proof of your spirit rises from a pipe.  And if they didn’t say that at I’m thinking it’s what they were thinking as they smoked their pipes.  At least I am thinking the proof of my Spirit is in my pipe.  This morning it is my Peterson Churchwarden pipe with. Haunted Bookshop.  My coffee this morning is. Fro the Blue Bottle coffee company.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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