Zen Dinosaurs

Silver & Gold
qzen42 feels

If you love something, set it free. I have misplaced and found my little Swiss Army pocket knife twice in the past week. Both reunions were very satisfying, sending a subtle message that this is a little object I am particularly attached to. Like many things that I am attached to, there's a story about this one...

Growing up in my little central PA borough, I had a neighbor who was Tim Taylor, Bob Villa and Mr. GreenJeans all rolled into one. He had a retiring way of making you feel good about life, no matter. He often tinkered in a shed behind his house, sharpening mower blades, fixing clocks, any sort of puttering. I think he was a main impetus for me becoming interested in woodworking, for he often was whittling as well. Anyhow, he always carried a little pocket knife, and I was suprised by how handy these little helpers can be. He made great use of this little silver blade carving apples and preening stray threads.

Ever since that experience, I have carried one myself. Over the years I've lost 3 or 4, but they are quickly replaced.

Just one of my little attachments.

breathe.
evolve.
laugh.

Sub-Zero Bonding
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Yesterday, I went sledding with my 5-yr old son. It was the 1st time he *asked* to go, and the experience was quietly exhilirating for me, causing me to wax nostalgic about such outings with *my* Dad. There was just something fine about the crisp December day, and the rush of chilly air past our cheeks as we descended a short ridge in the park near our house.

It's hard to capture the feeling in words. It has something to do with playing and laughing together and the trust of your son as he huddles in front of you on the sled. It's the thrill of hearing him utter those three immortal words: "Do it again!!"

Good, clean fun.

breathe.
evolve.
laugh.