This weekend my wife and I are going kayaking. There is a peace and tranquility in paddling around. We go places that are big enough that you can always find a quiet spot, even though kayaking seems to be more popular than eating. And in the end that is what it is all about, escape. A chance to be in the middle of something and nowhere at all.
It is those times when you feel isolated, solitude, floating, drifting, that you see the truth. Even when you don't recognize it somehow you know you've seen it. Right there, it was right there, and for a moment you knew.
It has been a couple of weeks of chaos. There are uncertain times, and the nation seems intent on self immolation. We have no sense of unity, and are drifting farther apart daily. The news brings more of the same. It is not a happy time to be American.
But, on the water there is comfort, there is peace. It is empty, and that is the way it should be. The funny thing it took me 58 years to figure that out. And it took my wife 59 years but we figured it out.
I guess what I am trying to say is forget the hate once in while. It will still be there tomorrow. Live for a minute in a shining bright belief that things will be alright. Maybe they will and maybe they won't but you can worry about it later. The water is calling, the paddles are ready and the weather is wonderful. If you find the peace on a bike, on a dock fishing, reading a book so be it. Just find it, we need it right now.
And as long as we have such a happy Grateful Dead thing going here is one of my favorites.
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