Originally I was just going to write that posts would be few and far between as I will be wandering the North Cascades of Washington.
Then I stopped at a discount grocery on the way to the house from work. Oddly, walking out of discount store I noticed my shadow cast upon the black top. Odd, because Portland even a day or two before the 4th of July is rarely filled with shadows.
My shadow gave me pause as I put my purchase and cane into my truck.
As we walk through our lives, [geez I'm thinking this as I'm on my way to a small vacation] we cast a shadow every minute of the day. Shadow over our children. Shadow over our desk at work. Shadow over our relationships etc.
Why over? Why is a shadow always defined as over? How about with. I think I would rather have my shadow with my children, loved ones and friends. Not over them.
That being said. I'm off to the wilds of the North Cascades of Washington. For those of you that read this. Probably won't see anything till a Wednesday sort of time if you see anything at all.
Hello Sir Mike
ReplyDeleteFor whatever reason I decided to look up you profile tonight and saw your posting "shadows" with a blog address so ofcourse I read it. Very inlightning! Much to ponder, once actually said brings to light the same sort of feeling. I too would much rather have my shadow beside my loved ones and friends rather than over them.
So with that said, I hope you and your shadow's had fun trapsing threw the wilderness as you climb over tree stumps and rocks and find that special spot in a meadow some where, where your shadow can dance!
Julie