When I was young, I went for a nature walk with a friend and his dad. We walked for a long way on wooden trails through the marsh. It was a wonderful walk to take. I suddenly remembered it very clearly tonight.
During the walk I found a little frog sitting on a rock. I caught it and wanted to bring it home, so I brought it back to the car in my cupped hands, careful not to squash it.
When I arrived at the car I looked in my hands and the poor little frog was dead.
I killed it with my desire to keep it too near.
Do you remember that old "hippie" saying, "If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours." ? There is truth to that.
Hanging onto posessions or relationships with an iron grip for fear of losing them can often do more harm than good; you may smother what you cherish.
This was just a silly little random memory applied to my personal life lessons for the day. Now it is time to get out of this 90F house and relax supine on the deck in the cooler night (after I get rid of the piece of broccoli that went up into my nose instead of down my throat...)
I love you!
Cam
I'm one of those old hippies who still believes that saying. But sometimes, yes sometimes, I think I used that same saying to set myself free of relationships that might have grown and thrived with a little work and loving care.
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ReplyDeleteTake HUMAN bites!
Sheesh... what a ... MAN!!!!
Adorable story though.
I'm imagining that cutie face i've seen pictures of of wittle Cammy.
Can't believe on one ever called you that back then.
Great post and yes a valuable lesson.
Thank you, Mou.
I love you!
Sally - But... but... then you wouldn't be the YOU that you are today, and we never would have had rumcakegasms rocking the four corners of the Globalized Love Multiverse! Who knows? Maybe you would be a greeter at Wal-Mart instead!
ReplyDeletelol, I may be that yet! One day I shall tell you of the many jobs I have had -- including one as a singing and dancing turtle at a mall......
ReplyDelete*sits pondering how you managed to inhale broccoli... realizes she's still in the middle of making coffee... and goes to finish that.*
ReplyDeleteSo true I let my ex boyfriend go when i was not well cos i loved him..and knew he deserved beter he is married with two lovely sons and we are still good friends...
ReplyDeletepolice set me free...
aww i just watched your vids of your travels so lovely..the rug is awesome...
ReplyDeleteStefnee - A little bit in my mouth went up... instead of down.... I had that burning feeling... ooo that burning feeling...
ReplyDeleteJools - Thank you for sharing!
Don't believe him he had always heard of people inhaling their food and decided to try it himself.
ReplyDeleteYou are the only one that i know that can manage to get broccoli in your nose. (Shakes head)
ReplyDeleteT1 or T2 I can't remember which got a bead stuck up there nose one time.
ReplyDeleteIt went internally, Rachel. Not snorted from the outside up as I delved into my culinary delight, but rather from the mouth up into the nasal tract through some mysterious something or other. It was just a tiny piece, but it felt like an entire tree was stuck up there!
ReplyDeleteHe was inhaling it!
ReplyDeleteStuffed it in his mouth and sucked it down.... or up, as it were.
Hehehe... he's so funny ... and cute!
LOL I'm sure that you are remember some art of the old cam ways. Cam don't you know that you should enjoy your food not inhale it.
ReplyDeleteI did! I did! I was breathing in the unmistakable aroma of broccoli with parmesan cheese on it... and well... up it went! Kind of like how Santa goes back up the chimney when he is done delivering treats to the children.... (what a weird comparison!)
ReplyDeleteWeird, yes... but no surprise coming from you...
ReplyDelete"I hate those guys"... hahahaha...
lol LOL LOL Something is wrong with the picture Santa and broccoli do NOT belong in the same sentence.
ReplyDeleteI KNOW! (oops. I sounded like MyMirror there! I love it!)
ReplyDeleteYou crazy boy. I love it.
ReplyDeleteIt was T1. The day before the third birthday... I totally forgot about that, Rach. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. (kiss)
ReplyDeletesorry about the frog-nice memory of Dad though...well, I guess.
ReplyDeleteAnd ewwwwwwww I was doing ok with the story until I got to the end.
I love, love, love the Japanese evenings. Love. It. It's still damp, but sooo cool compared to the day.
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful!
but, ya know, so are you!
You are pretty hot yourself, Jaime! I'm glad you are enjoying the weather. I was meaning to ask you whether it suits you or not. It is similar yet different from Whidbey (sp?) I love you!
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