Just wee sparks in the night

Last week, the blow-up that lead to my ‘firing’ Bible thumper, that didn’t happen, though they no longer assign him to my work groups,,, Anyways,,, It began when he started preaching at self and the other worker, and ignored repeated ‘there is a time and a place’ suggestions from me.

I have my beliefs, I feel VERY strongly about them, and I will freely discuss them with anyone that asks, IN THE RIGHT TIMES, but when we are at work, ain’t it IMO.

But when I read about Helena of Troy Hoyt passing in her sleep at the age of 6 months, read the palpable grief that her hooman mama was suffering (been there, know it well myself.), well, some thoughts have to be shared, communicated, passed along,,,,

Some of ya may get bored by my kayaky posts, and I do understand,,, Its not just an addiction really, there is much more to it. Connections are made when I am in that tiny ass cockpit and facing challenges. My challenges may not be like those of others; mine tend to be more internal.

But the real “kicker” for me is even more humbling.

Its when I am sitting in that tiny little boat, surrounded by thousands of acres of open water, billions of gallons of water below me (and not FLAT by anymeans) and that shore line looks so much further away than it truly is, and I have the skies over my head,,,,, Right there, right then, I “FEEL” just how insignificant we truly are in the great universe, just fleeting sparks of life in the darkness of it all. Some of us burn brighter, or longer; some may even leave a mark that lingers past themselves, but in the end, we are all just a brief flash of light in something MUCH MUCH BIGGER.

Sarah, Helena is Kat, they have nine-lives, and those ‘lives’ are not in one lifetime. I personally believe that the ‘silent negotiators’ worked a deal with the author that they get nine go’s and come back. Helena picked a weak vehicle this time, but next go-round, she will have a better one, and she will remember the love you are sending her NOW and be coming back looking for you. You won’t recognize her new vehicle, but you are going to see and feel her character in every fuzzy ounce she brings to you. Trust me,,, Grizzy came back to me, and I occasionally have to go out and look at the headstone to make sure I am not going nutz: Grizz2 is so much like Grizz1, personality, talkativeness, some other traits (like laying on his back with the paws splayed like antenna,,,) that I am not sure the death ever happened.

Grizz1 was a brief spark and his passing started with a Tick bite. Within 72 hours, he was gone: Toxemia took him. Grizz 2 is so much the same that Mamakat took to him and his brother as if they were hers, even nursing them.

Brief sparks,,, thats all we are. Burn brightly, burn proud.