August 20, 2009
My Friend
Lately, I’ve had many childhood memories of climbing trees. Loving the puzzling challenge of how to safely hoist my way higher and higher. Once I got to the very, very top I would absorb the change of view.
I delighted in the view! Lifted above my everyday to the hopes of tomorrow. The sound of the leaves and the breeze against my face. The peace and independence that only a child knows. Later in life, learning that all sight comes from where the views are.
I believe I’m acquiring a bigger perspective of my own experiences. The old Professor would be proud. Dean, philosopher, poet…published many times over…teacher and friend ‘o mine. How very fortunate I was to have known him.
There are people who come into your life and make an imprint. He was one. Gone for 3 years now, I miss him so. A task master with gentle patience. He knew my capabilities and deftly enabled them. A real world person who scoffed at his many degrees and personified modest fame in his time. Still, the newspaper obituary was written long before his time was up. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.
He taught perspective is one’s own experience.
Simply stated:
Your eyes are in your head.
Your view is from your eyes.
The body follows the head and that is where you go.
And where you go is where you are.
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