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I am standing on my dock this beautiful morning.  I know it is morning because I know where the sun is at this time of day. But, what day is it, Monday, Friday? 

The sun tells me what hour it is but how do I know what day it is? It does not really matter to me anymore. I love each day – last Sunday was great, Wednesday was too – sure hope and pray to God that this Friday is a repeat of good days

Oops, I said it – I do have a few things on my mind to tie me to the day’s of the upcoming week. I am not yet completely free.  Or is it that I am very lucky to have thoughts that tie me to the day of the week. 

Standing here reflecting on the reflections of nature, my mind jumps. It is beautiful here – I mean really beautiful!  

Here is one dissertation that jumped into my mind, I know not why – maybe because I feel no anger at all – only the peace of nature this morning on Whitney Bay.

Now I am not a Bible person but at times I read something that makes reference to a Bible verse – so onto the internet I go to read the reference – For example: in Romans 12:18 the New Living Translation Bible puts it like this:

“What a difference between becoming irate over someone cutting you off in traffic and putting ourselves in that person’s shoes for just a moment.”

I stood there, so thankful for having the opportunity to experience the beautiful morning (Which I will show you in photos at the end of my little dissertation here.) I thought of Romans 12:18 – what I think is the real meat of the verse “putting ourselves in that person’s shoes for just a moment.”    – Can not be done!

I am reading a book “Never Stop Walking”  by Christina Rickardsson. It is about the struggles of a street person, “Rat,” as they are called, that by a quirk of faith got adopted 24 years ago and became successful.  How could I ever put my self in her shoes – I never needed to murder a person at the age of 7 just to hold on to a piece of pizza I found in the trash behind a restaurant. It was her first food in 4 days.  

Standing on my dock this morning, I looked skyward and said “Thanks” for allowing me to walk in my shoes. I can read of Christina’s shoes – but I can never walk in them. 

Ponder that as you get upset with someone. They have their own shoes that most likely are quite different from yours.  Of course they had a valid reason to do what they did  and you had a valid reason to be upset with them – WOW – it is all valid – that is complex.

But come stand on my dock in whatever shoes you have been given:

Reflections – Clouds

Reflections – Gull

The flotilla – check upper right – I will zoom-in

Pappa’s job, check under water to assure that  a big pike is not sneaking up on the babies for the pike’s dinner.

Now it is Mamma’s job to check for underwater danger – maybe the pike did not eat for days? – anyway I can not walk in the shoes of the geese parents or of the hungry pike.

Family time on the Bay.

At the Marina – Family time

Oh my – I will try to have some new stuff the next time you swing thru here