I just felt as though I wanted to share a random photo with you of a random scene in the northwest part of Montana, an area that I currently call home. Did I mention that the Random Mobile (my PT Cruiser) is also featured here. It is such a beautiful area with so many things to see. While growing up in Montana, I seem to have gotten lost in being a kid and I really did not see the wonders of the area at the time. I remember being in the countryside cutting fire wood with my dad. We would take a lunch break and he would sit on a log and eat his food while looking at the surrounding mountains. My dad was just simply enjoying the clean air and the views that abound in Montana. I missed out because I could only think of getting home and enjoying the last few hours of my weekend. I let my father down because I know that he was trying to make me understand how fortunate I was for being born in such a great place. I left Montana in 73 to serve in the Air Force. I never really thought I would end up back in Libby, Montana, but I did. I look around at all of the mountains, lakes, streams and the wildlife, and I wonder why I missed it the first time around. While my kids are with me for visits in Montana, I find myself trying to point out to them the same things my father tried to show me. I get the same response that he did. I guess it is Karma. The difference is that things are changing so fast in our world that my kids might not have the second chance that I was given. If I could have one more chance to cut wood with my dad, I would do it in a heart beat. I would eat my lunch with my eyes wide open and take in as much beauty as could.
2 comments:
Boy, have you hit the nail squarely on the head. Children are always forward-looking, anxious to grow up and start their lives, bored with sitting still and never appreciate the beauty of a place. They're too young to realize that they ARE living their lives, and living in the moment is truly a blessing. We're we all bored growing up when our parents tried to teach us things? Probably is Karma. You live in a beautiful place - Montana is amazingly beautiful.
Hmmm, I smell a great storyline here. Think about it - A man...currently separated from his wife and children who live in New York, comes back home to Montana to settle a hurt-filled past with his dying father. As they rekindle their relationship, his marriage continues to crumble until his soon-to-be-ex wife accompanies the children on a flight to visit him. But just as she is to catch her connecting flight to San Fran to see the man she's leaving her him for, a huge snow storm arrives, leaving her stranded at the airport, and face to face with the husband she has just filed for divorce from.
Blah, blah, blah.....he invites her back to his childhood home until the airport resumes flights...they fight, and feel awkward, but as she sees him come alive in the beautiful surroundings of his childhood home in Montana, she starts to fall in love with him again.....
Blah, blah, blah.....the snow clears, she catches her flight to San Fran, but now questioning her actions. While there his father dies, she flies back for the funeral....blah, blah, blah, they have a hugh fight, then have great make-up sex and
VOILA!
They give up their life in New York and live happily ever after.
Taaa Daaaa!
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I know...I'm a dork with an overactive imagination.
Seriously though, from what you just wrote about, it sounds like just the opposite has happened.
While you may feel as though you rushed through things/life back then, and didn't enjoy it as you think should have, you also have to look at it in the sense that had all those things not happened in that order, then maybe you wouldn't be so fond of it now - and would still be missing out.
Know what I mean, sloper boy?
~ Sophie
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