Beautiful Sunsets
April 24, 2025 posted by John Richards
Life has ways of interrupting all our plans. Meticulous attention to all conceivable details never accounts for that one element in the oven that decides to fail, the accident on the interstate that blocks traffic for 2 hours, or the squirrels that decide the best time to taunt your dog is just as the caterers are setting up the outdoor reception area. Everyday stresses all add up, over time, to make us wonder why we live where and how we live. None of these, however, are burned into our memories of home, nor tied to what makes it our home.
The warmth of the day becomes subdued as the late afternoon clouds coalesce and filter the light from the sun as it begins its approach to the western horizon. The sounds of the quiet times on the river resonate with contentment as they pluck the strings of love and endearment of our souls. The gentle lapping of the water on the hull and across the sandbar is amplified by the sound of the wind among the reeds. The calls of the seagulls seeking a morsel play like the cymbals of the orchestra as the Gulf Coast Opera continues. A whistle of a boat approaching the railroad bridge is almost ignored as the mind melds itself into a sort of nirvana, and we know that as long as time marches and any soul is here to witness, this will always be home.
It is from here that I hale as I ramble this world, where ever on this globe I may be. The Brickyard Bayou has claimed my being, it is tied to my very core. As it endlessly recycles what is given from the past, I know, one day, so shall I pass through the waters of my home, and become one, once more, with my home. Until then, I shall continue to try and spread the peace and contentment it has awoken in me. Like the Cypress in the midst of the raging storm, I strive to remain steadfast, strong, and rooted in the heaven we call Brickyard Bayou. Nature . Home . Strength
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Life rushes on oblivious of any wishes we may foolishly have. As the Amazon wends unerringly through the wild jungles, so does time flow to its own destiny, regardless of anything placed in its way. We must humbly accept this and find our own place in its master plan, and render the proper respect to the grand design. All too often this proves an unobtainable goal for many, as they get swept up in the maelstrom of chaos it creates and get lost in the entropy. I hope, for the few who actually read these words, I can render aid and maybe provide a light of hope as we all struggle along our journey.