Sunny with a Chance of Hail the Size of Bowling Balls

by Todd Conaway

So many buttons to click, bills to pay, kids to feed, connections to make or break, and so many darn thing to learn! Or think! Or do! Or undo!

What is at the center? Evil and unhappy zombies waiting to bite your head off?  A mob of exuberant friends waiting to cheer you on? I do not know what lies beyond my window. But I will reach out. I am sure that sometimes, I will pull my hand back in, only to find a bloody stump.

How shall we frame these moments in life and what will they look like when we peer out that window frame. Frightening?

Or will it be nothing but Blue Sky from now on? Not sure, but I have taken a bit of Wish You Were Here album cover art in my framing of these pictures. And I do wish you were here. Maybe you are. I am.

I leave you today with happy thoughts and a brave heart.

That reminds me of some lines in Zorba the Greek about looking at life and the challenges we face.

“We are little grubs, Zorba, minute grubs on the small leaf of a tremendous tree. The small leaf is the earth. The other leaves are the stars that you see moving at night. We make our way on this little leaf examining it anxiously and carefully. We smell it; it smells good or bad to us. We taste it and find it eatable. We beat on it and it cries out like a living thing.

“Some men — the more intrepid ones — reach the edge of the leaf. From there we stretch out, gazing into chaos. We tremble. We guess what a frightening abyss lies beneath us. In the distance we can hear the noise of the other leaves of the tremendous tree, we feel the sap rising from the root of our leaf and our hearts swell. Bent thus over the awe-inspiring abyss, with all our bodies and all our souls, we tremble with terror. From that moment begins…”

“I stopped. I wanted to say “from that moment begins poetry,” but Zorba would not have understood. I stopped.

“‘What begins’? asked Zorba’s anxious voice. ‘Why did you stop’?

“…begins the great danger, Zorba. Some grow dizzy and delirious, others are afraid; they try to find an answer to strengthen their hearts, and they say: ‘God’! Others again, from the edge of the leaf, look over the precipice calmly and bravely and say: ‘I like it.’!