“Looking back, you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life. That person was you. It is not too late to become that person again.” – Unknown
Adaptation. Interesting word. Means many things. Is used often in discussions of evolution. All life forms adapting to the environment. Evolution.
So if we force our environment to adapt to our needs, are we evolving or are we executing?
Once upon a time, in a land far away known as Bedford, TX, we lived in a brick and mortar house. Life was good. Nature was forced to adapt to our desires.
That was then.
This is now.
We are gate guards and this is our front yard. While control of our environment has not been completely abdicated, we are sort of at the mercy and caprice of our surroundings.
This is fact. We are in the adaptation mode.
“Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” – May West
The weather in South Texas can be capricious with 50 degree temperature swings and occasional gale force winds. Add in hail the size of softballs and it can even be intimidating. Peace of mind is fleeting when you have to endure that in an RV and have no avenue of escape. Best case scenario (along with prayer) is to insure your and your RV heavily. BTW while I don’t disagree with you, I truly believe that special person in my life was my grandfather.
We’ve been gate guarding for 4 years. With the exception of large hail, we’ve seen and endured most of what mother nature challenges us with. Not sure I understand the reference to your grandfather. The quote was merely stating the obvious – that each of us has at some point, been in a state of grace. Surely you must know that about yourself.
We must chat about this one, I guess. “State of Grace?” Too deep for me, this early in the morning. But, I do understand all about adaptation and I guess that is really what life is. Adaptation. Survival.
Wow. Did not even suspect that one profundity could generate so much consternation and confusion. For me, State of Grace, refers to a moment in time before life slapped and kicked us around and forever altered our sense of responsibilities.
My earliest recollection of that was when I was about 3 years old.
That’s what I’m talking about