It was a day of uneasy scenes that didn't quite fit in the frame. We got up early and rode the bike to Daytona Beach to see exactly what we thought we'd see but less of it. The sky was cloudy gray with swaths of blue exposing themselves more boldly as the morning progressed. The trees along the way showed signs of change, but only slightly. The fields displayed fading, golden weeds and green edged with brown. Traffic was not particularly heavy.
We were about ten miles out from the Daytona Beach exit when I noticed no traffic was coming west toward us on I-4. The long stretch of rode was empty like the sky after 9-11. It felt odd. Then I saw flashing lights and a smashed truck on one side of the rode and emergency vehicles and a car in a ditch and the bodies of two bikers laying out in the middle of the rode with brilliant colored tarps over them. The bikes were already gone. I learned they were bikers on the six o'clock news later in the day. It was an uncomfortable sight. I thought about the families and sent up prayers for them and for our continued safety on our journey. Then I asked myself, what would we do without tarps? Thoughts are strange like that sometimes. My gyroscope uprights me during even the darkest of hours often with a twist of humor. I felt a sense of compatibiltiy with the author of Ecclesiastes today when he said, "...but time and chance happen to them all. For no one can anticipate the time of disaster. Like fish taken in a cruel net and like birds caught in a snare, so mortals are snared at a time of calamity, when it suddenly falls upon them."
When I was younger and read Ecclesiastes, it baffled me, but not so much any more. It's a clear view of life. Life is what it is; it's not what it's not, and it's all what we make of it. Even on a day of uneasy scenes, I'm comfortable with that.
Peace. Love, Linda
We were about ten miles out from the Daytona Beach exit when I noticed no traffic was coming west toward us on I-4. The long stretch of rode was empty like the sky after 9-11. It felt odd. Then I saw flashing lights and a smashed truck on one side of the rode and emergency vehicles and a car in a ditch and the bodies of two bikers laying out in the middle of the rode with brilliant colored tarps over them. The bikes were already gone. I learned they were bikers on the six o'clock news later in the day. It was an uncomfortable sight. I thought about the families and sent up prayers for them and for our continued safety on our journey. Then I asked myself, what would we do without tarps? Thoughts are strange like that sometimes. My gyroscope uprights me during even the darkest of hours often with a twist of humor. I felt a sense of compatibiltiy with the author of Ecclesiastes today when he said, "...but time and chance happen to them all. For no one can anticipate the time of disaster. Like fish taken in a cruel net and like birds caught in a snare, so mortals are snared at a time of calamity, when it suddenly falls upon them."
When I was younger and read Ecclesiastes, it baffled me, but not so much any more. It's a clear view of life. Life is what it is; it's not what it's not, and it's all what we make of it. Even on a day of uneasy scenes, I'm comfortable with that.
Peace. Love, Linda
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