“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2015 Lenten Labyrinth Walks 8/40, Avondale Presbyterian Church – Charlotte NC:
Who doesn’t love a Youth Barbecue at a church. You have to think of all those moms and dads, and in this instance, mostly dads, who are up cooking the barbecue through the night the night before. I’ll put it on my calendar to come get a pound of barbecue on Saturday.
No chimes as I walk in, but the birds are really going at it. I’m mad at myself, again, for not getting some birdseed to leave on the labyrinth. I will make an effort to do this today.
And now I hear the chimes. I love the snow coming down in the eaves of the chime canopy.
The most significant noise in the garden is the sound of the water fountain and a close second is the sound of the drip, drip, drip of the snow and ice falling from the trees as it melts.
Do you see the little bit of snow left on the cross?
I hear the sound of the train in the distance. I have heard it before. And I don’t think it’s very far away. But I’m going to have to get a map out and see where the tracks are relative to the church. I really cannot think of where they are.
As I walk I am trying to remember the line from The Sound of Music’s “These are a Few of My favorite Things” that deal with snow. So I ask Siri …
Here it is:
These are a few of my favorite things. Cream colored ponies … Snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes. Silver white winters …
And then I walk …
As I finish my walk, I hear the sound that I had a new text message. So sitting on the bench, I checked my messages then my emails and then Facebook. To my great surprise, a childhood friend who about two years ago back reentered my regular circle of friends, has posted our third grade class picture, E. Rivers Elementary Mrs. Clay’s Third Grade 1968-69, for which I have been looking for ages. It just make me smile.
In addition, my son who says I never have a conversation with him without asking what he is going to do next tagged me in a post of this article. Again, love that boy, and love that he is thinking and moving and making subtle jabs at me … just a little bit.
SKI BUMS GROW UP. THEN THEY START KICKASS BUSINESSES.
The thing is, mountain people, you are awesome business owners. You know about risk. You know about passion. You know about hard work, early mornings, and tenacity. You know about loss and getting slammed. You know how to pick yourself up and try again and again until you succeed. You know how to feel things, with your heart and your head and the pit of your stomach. You might not know about web design or finance or spreadsheets, but you know how to show up, rain or shine, and make shit happen.
You are my favorite type of client, and your experiences will help your business succeed.
I see you, with your scars from the knee surgeries or those weird-looking collarbone lumps protruding from your shirt and that wild look in your eyes, and I know what you know. I’ve seen what you’ve seen. And together, we can pretend to fit into normal society. We just have to run our businesses with honor and boldness and as much grace as we can muster.
And then I found a great Banksy today …
Banksy says about this image:
“A local man came up and said ‘Please — what does this mean?’ I explained I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website — but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens.”