I just got back from a very special place and am still very much in a reflective state of mind. While it was great to see family and friends, it was hard not to be aware of who was missing.
I did my yoga 6:30AM every morning on the dock, and plunged into the lake to start the day. Jumping in the lake early in the morning was something my brother Jim used to do when he was in Maine, and I tried listening to see if he had anything to say.
Of course, all I really heard was the sound of an occasional loon.
But as I watch the rain pour down on this Monday afternoon I’m pretty sure I know what he’d say to me:
Get to work!
Jim
Time to start pushing that ball uphill again.