The Value of Now

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Somewhere beyond the dust of yesterday and just ahead of tomorrow’s dream fulfilled is that moment of now. Now is a quality that’s as vaporous as shadow. This
Intangible thing that slips through our fingers and becomes a phantom of memory before our eyes. And yet, while it remains it’s all we have to forge the future from. If we stare too long into the phantom’s eyes of regret then the now that is yet to be is wasted as well. Learn from yesterday but let it slip away to whatever destiny history has prepared so that no moment is wasted. The more scarce something is then the greater it is valued. If I told you that you had only one day to live what would you regret leaving unsaid, unfinished or untouched? Whatever those things are those are where we should be investing our now before another phantom haunts our memories.

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Relics

Every so often I find that my curiosity gets the best of me. I’ve always been an explorer at heart and when I see a piece of junk left behind my inner child wants to play Indiana Jones. I have passed this old drilling rig for thirty years and kept telling myself one day I’ll go down into the overgrown field and check it out. It’s not as simple as it sounds. I live in rattlesnake territory and they absolutely love to make their dens in old machines. It was still winter I figured that they were still hibernating if not frozen stiff and so I made my way to the rig. Since there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity, I moved cautiously through the briars and winter grasses. I used my tripod to push back the brush and make sure I actually wanted to step there before moving forward. When I finally reached my goal a took a few minutes to appreciate the object before my eyes. I was touching history. Maybe not Earth shattering history but someone’s history. The drilling rig was more than likely used by miners to get core samples for the coal industry. I looked over the broken gauges and switches. The key that turned the machine on was still in the ignition. Levers that were frozen with rust had not been touched by human hands in decades. The steel cables sagged and the wheels had rotted away. I think about the men who operated the drill. I imagine the hot July and August days on the job site. The dust rises from the bore hole turns into mud when it lands on their necks due to sweat. The type of men who do this kind of work are hardy and take pride in the job. They deal with the misery of labor by laughing when it’s over. I would not be surprised if break time included some pranks here and there. There always at least one person on a crew like this who is afraid of snakes and a cheap rubber snake left near a lunch box is better than T.V. These men are not just coworkers. They’re family. They say that history is really his story . But it’s their story and our story. And when you come in contact with one of the relics, it’s your story too.

Long Term Parking 

This Jeep was parked in this very spot when I was a kid.  It’s one of several old Willie’s Jeeps that the landowner has. In my imagination I can see young soldiers crossing the battlefield in this jeep. I imagine the stories of home that are exchanged.  The men are hopeful because the war is over and they are returning home.  I imagine that when the jeep is sold as surplus it falls into hands of someone who puts his heart and soul into making it roadworthy again.  I can see him exit the highway on a whim to explore some mountain trail. He and his jeep are a good match.  They are both rugged and free spirited.  Not to bound down by the well traveled highway which goes only to and fro but not out.  I imagine the fishing and camping trips with friends and laughter they enjoyed.  The jeep started out with a mission to bring people home. Now with it’s mission accomplished it was time to rest.  It made one last trip.  It’s last escape from the pavement on the edge of the home it came back to.  There it could stay parked and enjoy the peace.