“The axe forgets but the tree remembers.”
I can not tell a lie. This axiom reminded me of a famous children’s book by Shel Silverstein. It’s a classic, fifty years since its first-published date.
The Giving Tree is always poignant in its message when read, about the gift that giving is. Without expectation for reward, return, reciprocity. If you haven’t read the endearing tale, here’s your link to act https://www.amazon.com/Giving-Tree-Shel-Silverstein/dp/0060256656/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1485457002&sr=1-1&keywords=the+giving+tree
I’m not certain I do that, though I feel I do. I’m an appreciator, a noticer, a complimenter. A Giving Tree.
But I’m also a whippersnapper smart-ass whose tongue sometimes gets ahead of sense. While I read facial expressions really well, these come after the fact. After the quip that may not be taken as light.
For 2017 I’ve committed to work on that trait, to pause a beat before the quip forms and exits my lips. Timing is everything, they say.
And, into these heady and confusing times comes a meme that blasts to the past, to the first President, the one for whom our country’s capitol is named, a man who seems never to self-edit or consider the consequences of what he says. Sigh.
Get the picture?
“Stop, children, what’s that sound? Everybody get what’s going down…
Who said that, fellow Boomer music lovers?