Last evening, having resisted the pettiness of details all day, I sat marveling at how I was filled with the big picture. My day had been spent reflecting on the striking landscape of the valley we live in, the vastness of the “Big Sky”, the beauty in all creation, the awe-inspiring sunset, the tenacity of the human spirit, the love of friends…. I was filled with wonder.
And then Tory, my red greyhound, came over to taste the water in which I was soaking my ankle. Yes, I know an ankle is a small detail in the big picture but some details, especially the painful ones simply demand attention.
It’s true you know. The devil IS in the details. I suspect it was the devil who planted those new little shrubs in the middle of campus – the ones I tripped over while soulfully gazing up at Mt. Sentinel. It was likely also the devil who quietly turned on the empty gas tank light while I was appreciating the majestic Bitterroots and accelerating past the Lolo gas station. The 10 miles to the next station seemed endless.
And then last night I had another dream. This time I was in the driver’s seat of an old pickup that was careening down a very steep street. Not too bad except for two little details - 1) it was careening backwards and 2) there were no brakes.
OK, so much for my head in the clouds. Today I shall reflect on Aristotle’s “moderation in all things”.
And then Tory, my red greyhound, came over to taste the water in which I was soaking my ankle. Yes, I know an ankle is a small detail in the big picture but some details, especially the painful ones simply demand attention.It’s true you know. The devil IS in the details. I suspect it was the devil who planted those new little shrubs in the middle of campus – the ones I tripped over while soulfully gazing up at Mt. Sentinel. It was likely also the devil who quietly turned on the empty gas tank light while I was appreciating the majestic Bitterroots and accelerating past the Lolo gas station. The 10 miles to the next station seemed endless.
And then last night I had another dream. This time I was in the driver’s seat of an old pickup that was careening down a very steep street. Not too bad except for two little details - 1) it was careening backwards and 2) there were no brakes.
OK, so much for my head in the clouds. Today I shall reflect on Aristotle’s “moderation in all things”.
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