RicelandMeadows

Cobwebs in the early morning sunrise

October 9, 2011

 

     I wonder why some folks call spider webs “cob” webs?  It makes me laugh to think of little cobs running around all night spinning webs for me to walk into. I guess I know they are spiders and are sure in high gear these last few autumn days. The webs are on weeds, grass and dang near every space in the woven wire fence that surrounds the farm.

 

     The old adage “Oh, the tangled web we weave.” strikes a chord today. Many of our children are struggling with problems and opportunities. Many are job related, some family and some revolve around relocation issues. All of us are still dealing with the death of my father-in- law and I also struggle with the death of my aunt, my dad’s sister.

 

     I think the struggles of life make us stronger, just as the bad times make the good times so much better. All of this being said, I still don’t have to like it. I don’t like feeling helpless. I am not the best at relationships, as reflected in my own failed first marriage. I did sort it out I think, but still don’t feel too comfortable giving advice.

 

     The relocation problem hurts me too, because I have no intention of going anywhere. Wild horses couldn’t drag me from here … and more than one have tried 😮     I am here forever, body and spirit. I am not able to give good advice about this either…I understand the reasons, support the decisions, but want my people close … no matter what…

 

     I don’t like to see people struggle with anything , most especially things that are out of their control. I want to fix everything, but realize that I am just a man. I stand at the ready to help as much as I can, but cannot make all the hurt go away and that sort of pisses me off.

 

     I have a friend struggling with some health issues. I can’t fix that either. I and he are recovering at the same time. I think the best thing I can do is listen close, offer support and tease the hell out of him to keep moving. We will both be better soon and this temporary feeling of helplessness will pass … as we untangle our lives.

 

     The fields are drying out and the harvest time is closing in, very soon I will be working the farm. I am much better then. Things take on a clearer view. I can sort out many things when I am immersed in farming, especially when I am holding the lines of a good pair of horses in my hands  …. Yep, that’s what I need!