Monday we had some friends introduce us to Saugatuck Dunes State Park on Lake Michigan. Had a great time. We got there just as the front that was overcast all morning was moving away. The dark underside juxtaposed against the sun beyond created this beautiful morning.
As I walked along the sand, one of my top favorite books of all time came to mind. Beachcombing at Miramar by Richard Bode. In those pages he reflected on life and the pace at which we live it. He had evolved to choose his own pace.
I realize now that I have a task that is greater than all the labors assigned to Hercules. It demands that I live in the richness of this moment because that is all I have or will ever know. It is only when I am fully conscious of the finite nature of my life that I began to live. The instant I let go of that awareness, I submit to pettiness and drudgery, and the precious seconds slip away.
One objective that brought us to Michigan was to find our pace together with a life of adventure. And we have been in an evolution of our choosing. A crux for us, and I’m guessing for others on the road, is how to balance the go with the stay. How much slower we prefer to live our life in conflict with how much adventure we’ve packed into it.
But I’m walking along a beach. This moment is ‘a perfect storm’ of weather, sun, and great lakes shoreline. And my feeling is that we can find balance. We can find at least a near perfect recipe of ingredients. Then I hear the words of a favorite anthem in our life.
I fish and I play my guitar
I laugh at the bar with my friends
I go home to my wife
I pray every night
I can do it all over again