I had the blues because I had no shoes… Until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet. – Author unknown
I am grateful. At least, I’m trying to be more grateful — grateful for my family, my home, my food, my shoes, my job, my co-workers, the weather, my trials, my heartaches, challenges and my dog.
Over the last few years, I’ve really come to appreciate good questions. Questions are powerful. They open up new worlds. They facilitate discovery. They calm waters or wage war. They elicit powerful emotions.
In the book Power Questions by Andrew Sobel and Jerold Panas, the topic of questions is explored in depth. I highly recommend it. Although they explore 337 questions, there is one question that stands out:
Fall is one of my favorite seasons. The days are mild. The nights are crisp. It is harvest time. There is nothing like eating a bowl of ripe peaches with cream and sugar drizzled all over them. I can taste the long warm days of summer with every bite. Bright. Flavorful. Full of life. Eating a peach is a celebration of all the hard work it took to grow it and deliver it to my table.
When I was a little boy, I enjoyed painting pictures by the numbers. I looked at the image comprised of lines and numbers to see if I could identify the subject before I applied the color. It usually wasn’t too difficult. I could see the hidden subject with pride – accompanied with an attitude of “cheating the system.” But even though I could tell what the picture was going to be, it lacked life.