"Cowardice asks the question...is it safe? Expediency asks the question...is it politic? Vanity asks the question...is it popular? But conscience asks the question...is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but one must take it because it is right." ~Dr. Martin Luther King

Wednesday 20 October 2010

Take A Minute

The phone started ringing  at eight o'clock.

An e-mail is in the inbox from yet another young student working on the election as a course of study.

A sign is damaged and needs to be replaced.

Excitement is growing by the minute.

Candidates are always in the middle of the swirl but this time it's intense .

Damaged signs on lawns must be replaced or repaired immediately.Messy signs give the opposite message from the one intended.

A student getting into politics at a classroom level might turn out to be a Prime Minister some day.No candidate worth his or her salt, neglects the opportunity to come that close to fame.

Comments and opinions are flying fast and furious on the Blogs as  time winds down closer  and closer to the election.

The rumour about bullet proof glass which I didn't dare mention  in case it isn't true .....isn't true.

Sorry to scotch that one.It was vintage  Monty Python.

Something was done to  the  Mayor's office window but it was not replaced with  bullet proof  glass.

I spend a lot of time looking at the leaves on my maple through the window above my computer. There hasn't been time this year to scoop them or shred them as they fall. The person, my daughter Heather,  who usually does that is out delivering leaflets and hammering in signs.

But  we  both noted how nice it is  to see them gathering . They  light the ground.  Without rain, they keep their colour. They swirl and lift and fly and whisper as if  they have life.

Every day  colours change. They float like  small wings  from  branches to the ground. Even when we are not looking, we are aware of them drifting  like spirits sometimes one, sometimes several sometimes a whole bunch blowing off the roof.

The leaves, the wind, the dark  and sometimes rain, are  favourite features of Hallow E'en.

I wrote a few lines on Sunday and immediately  came a comment from someone who came here from another province where few maples grow, to say how much she loves fall in Ontario

When you think about it . Our  leaves  are glorious. So glorious we have a physical reaction to their beauty.

And here's the kicker.

In a world where the material is all around us, where our senses are daily assaulted with pressure  to buy, the most incredibly uplifting sensation of all is free.

It is ours to enjoy if we  but lift our eyes to see or pause to contemplate  the treasure   at our feet.

2 comments:

One who Knows said...

You have a Marvelous outlook Ev , so glad you will have a place at the next Council Table to continue with your call to duty,

Anonymous said...

Have the votes been counted already "One who knows"?