Three men were working side by side at a building site. A passerby asked the first: What are you doing? I’m making $15 an hour, he grumbled. She asked the second: What are you doing? I’m hauling 100 blocks every day, he grunted. She asked the third: What are you doing? I’m building a cathedral, he exclaimed.
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Last month one of my Albuquerque granddaughters worked on my nature trail nearly every day. Paula and her twin sister Angie—along with their father—had blazed the mile-long trail through our wooded eight acres in the summer of 2019. They spread the trail with a thin layer of wood chips. Over the past two years those chips were ground into the soil. Weeds took over.
The 12-year-old twins are not identical. While Paula worked outside on the trail, Angie worked inside on a tablet, designing “statuary” (gargoyles, perhaps?) to embellish the trail—someday.
For Paula it was a matter of pride to maintain what she had helped create. It was also a matter of making money. How much will you pay me if I re-chip the whole trail five inches thick? she asked me.
How much would you like?
We settled on $200 with a $100 bonus if it was completed before she left on August 4.
Paula relentlessly shoveled chips into a cart, hauled it, dumped it, and then spread the chips. Two days before she was to leave, a long stretch of the trail was still unfinished. So she hired her Boonsboro cousins, Wyatt and Eli (6 and 9), to help.
After hauling one load they asked, How much have we earned so far?
Fifty-cents.
One load later. Now how much?
I overheard this.
Look, boys, money’s important, but it’s not the most important thing. Do you know what is?
The six-year-old yelled: LIFE!
Well, yes. But that’s not quite it.
What is it?!
Pride.
Paula’s created something beautiful, and she’s proud of it. Yes, she’s making money. But she doesn’t love the money as much as she loves creating something beautiful.
They briskly loaded up the cart, lugged it up the trail, and then another load and another, until the job was done.
We laid a ceremonial “golden chip.”
Hey, Grandy, after Paula goes home, can I come back sometime and build my own trail? I want to make something beautiful too.
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PS: Two book signings are coming up soon at Four Seasons Books, 116 German St., Shepherdstown: Saturday, September 25, at 11:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. Each event will begin with a brief reading. Bring your copy of 80 Dispatches from the Devil’s Domain or purchase one at the store that day. This book and my first one, Let Love Arise, are available on Amazon (print and digital). Might not your kith and kin enjoy a copy too?
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See Paula’s new photo on the home page. Posted September 5.
Welcome back, Randy! Thank you for this inspirational way to greet the day. Several things occur… of course, money is a fair exchange for Paula’s energy and on a rainy day, I might interpret her comment as being touched by clever humor as well as profound understanding. The fonder take-away is that a path of beauty, in the human spirit or in Nature, is a path of light that others will always want to follow.
The many forms of goodness. And welcome back, you devil!
You have a way of viewing the world & those in it with depth, & humor & joy… Thank you for sharing this treasure. It so brings me back to a childhood where loving adults helped me to see the value of work well done… which shines without & within. Your grandchildren are richly blessed, as are you by their presence! And now we all share in your delights!
Thank you. The joy of connecting with the sensual world can keep us happily focused on whatever work we are doing. Breathing in the fresh woodland air and watching and feeling the shovel scooping through earth can keep us focused on the moment and the happiness that comes from that. Working outdoors with Mother Nature is what is missing in so many lives and the absence of this connection is the root of so much of our unhappiness and unease or dis-ease. I love the story of the builders that you start your story with. Your granddaughters are so blessed.