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Pandas

Mar
12

Pandas are great.

This past weekend a good friend of mine got married to a good man. I have no doubt about their happiness and truly I am happy for both of them.

Me and my friend Liz had a joke that we had been “banding-about” since our years in college about pandas leaving the zoo. If you’ve spent much time with me, you’ve likely heard the joke, or at least had the chance to hear me explain it.

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Essentially it is that when one of our friends would get engaged, we would say, “there goes another Panda leaving the zoo…”.

The logic behind this being that there aren’t many Pandas and if there’s a another suitable mate at another zoo that panda would leave the zoo to be with them. Really it was our own way of pouring out a “cold one” for our fallen single friend.

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Well, another Panda has left the zoo.

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Back then we were creating a larger significance to our friends getting engaged and now I see the Panda leaving the zoo a little bit differently.

It’s not like the scene at the end of the Lord of the Rings movie where the hobbits are crying about Frodo leaving because they’ll never see him again but if instead much less drastic than that.  However when you’re single it surely can feel like you’re the last hobbit in hobbiton.

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Either way, I’m glad to see all my friends that are able to find the right ‘panda’ for them. Sure I like to joke and call people who get engaged “quitters”, but life is far too treacherous a journey that I would wish anyone to pave their way alone.

I wish that everyone could be that couple on the dance floor who was married for 55 years and still had enough spunk to give a little advice to my newlywed friends.  When I see such happy couples young and old all I can do is smile.   Everyone from my friends, to family they found their panda.

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For all you’ve that have found your Panda, congrats! For all of you haven’t, keep fighting the good fight, because there’s a panda out there, just waiting at another zoo.

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Thanks

Jun
9

 

If you’re reading this.  Thank you.

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Not that I’m thanking you for reading this, but for other reasons that are not quite as tangible.  There also are people who aren’t reading this and they deserve thanks all the same.

One quote I am continually brought back to is by Leo Tolstoy:

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A wise word spoken to a drunken pauper can have far more far-reaching consequences than sophisticated works of art: we do not know the true consequences of our actions.

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Every action or inaction has some overarching consequence, but often we don’t know what those things are ever.  There are so many people in my life that I would like to call, send a letter and let them know that they helped make an impact in my life and I remember them for it.

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Whether it be my first job, my first trip to the principals office (or second), that time someone took a risk on me, or when they didn’t.  My life has been riddled with wins and losses and people who I’ve needed to continually prove wrong or right.  For you I thank you.

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For those who remember me like this:

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Or this:

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Or even this:

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or only have known me as this:

 

 

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I don’t know what else to say other than Thank You.

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Even though that doesn’t feel like enough…

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The Epic Battle…

Jun
24

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Some things in life can make you sit in wonder and disillusion.

I had that moment yesterday. I am working outside doing landscaping work this summer, and I’m surrounded by trees, flowers, grass and other things pertaining to nature. You never look and analyze at something like blades of grass or blossoms on a tree until you spend eight hours a day around them.

I’m going to put this story in narrative form because that’s the way it happened to me, and it the way it happened in my head.

This is a true story.

The Epic Battle…

It was a very hot day. The sun set high in the sky beating down on my head. I was instructed by my supervisor to walk around the area and pull weeds and other plants that shouldn’t be there. I decided I would find a nice shady area to pull weeds for a moment.

I walk across the parking lot toward my oasis of trees and flower beds. The sweat was dripping off my forehead, and running into my eyes. I sighed deeply once I found my way under the shade trees. I began to walk around the area to begin my groundskeeper duties.

As I walked around the area pulling up tree sprouts attached to acorns that squirrels had buried and forgot about, I happened upon a bird that was sitting on the ground. It appeared to be hurt, but in any way it could not fly. I was able to come very close, but as I got closer the bird began to chirp loudly.

I back away partly because I was surprised, but also out of courtesy for the bird. As I back away a hawk swoops in toward the bird on the ground. I could only catch a small glance as the bird was descending, but this brown hawk had one thought on it’s mind. To snatch the hurt bird from the ground.

As the hawk came closer a second pigeon came out of nowhere and dive-bombed the hawk and threw him off his path of descent. Two other bird came out from a tree to join in the epic battle. The hawk and the pigeons fought and pecked at each-other for a moment and then the hawk grasps the first bird in his talon and flies off in the opposite direction.

I look and see the hawk flying away with the two other pigeons flying after, but eventually giving up because the hawk flies with much more velocity and distance. I am sitting there looking at the bird on the ground and looking off at the hawk in the distance.

I sat there silent, thinking that I never knew how vicious nature could truly be.

I look at the bird on the ground. It began to chirp loudly again. It was calling out as to be calling to a friend or a lover. It turned its head toward me and stared me down with it’s beady eyes.

Staring deep at the bird it seems as if she was saying to me, ‘He saved me. He gave up his life to save me.”

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The beauty and poetic nature of dying for the one that we love was so terribly evident. I could do nothing, but sit and wonder to myself this idea; that to this bird seemed so simple. To save ones life meant to risk his own. This epic battle was not for his life, but for the one that he loved.

As I walked away hearing the bird chirp for her loss, my heart sank and I haven’t been able to think of anything since. That’s something I want. A love so strong for the people around me that I would not only fight for their life, but also die.

That to me is the most epic battle.

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Living out of Boxes…

Jun
8

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Some call it transition, and others call it a natural progression. Right now I am nothing more than half way between places.  I’m living in a town that isn’t where I want to be anymore, spending short periods of time with people that I don’t know if a lifetime is enough to know the potential of our relationship, and standing at the gate as it begins to close behind me.

When you are told to take your life, and pack into boxes and move it somewhere else it can be rather disheartening.  I’ve been sorting, tossing, and repacking the certain material things that I think I want in the next place I go.

Living in Piles

My floor has been covered with my life over the past couple of months, and I’m supposed to look and decide what I want and don’t want…. What if I want it all.

Not only the things, but the memories and people.  I don’t want to lose any of it.  I remember from the transition from High School to College was relatively rough, but I didn’t really stay too connected to back home.  I don’t want that to happen this time at all.

My Life, as it was in College, was great.  I don’t think I would take anything away or add anything.  It is just the way it was supposed to be.

But I’m now faced with this odd feeling again. There’s this begging question, asking me who and what is important to you?  Is it this book, this shirt, these friends, or what?  And I constantly say again and again… Yes! They all are important.  Every bit of it.

Letting Go

I’m talking less about the things as I am talking about the people. Everyone is important.  The people have made some sort of impression or impact on my life and I can’t doubt that at all.  I don’t want to let go of those people, and I don’t think I ever will.  I don’t want to forget the past 22 years of my life.  I don’t want to start brand new.

I want to take this life with me, and just add to it more and more.  It might get heavy and cumbersome at times, but I can always find more boxes to pack.

When we look at our past what do we have other than memories and people to share those with.

~nwlynch

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