Sunday . . . a sunshine day? Maybe a family day?

No point in “saving the world” if I lose my own . . .

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Sunday . . . A sunshine day? Maybe a family day? Maybe a day of rest? Maybe a spiritual retreat from the work-a-day world?

On Sundays, I try to DSD.

DSD? Do Something Different . . .

Do Something Different that will enhance my life long-term and hopefully . . .  enhance the lives of others long-term. Even if “others” is one person. Even if that one person is a member of my own family.

After all, there is no point in “saving the world” if I lose my own . . . right?

Changing the world

I remember a short story from long ago. I don’t know who created it. It goes something like this (rough paraphrase):

I tried to change the world; they didn’t want to change.

I tried to change my country; no one would listen to me.

I tried to change my city; they were all too busy to change.

I tried to change the town I moved to; they were involved in their own affairs.

I tried to change my family; they were committed to their own life pathways.

I tried to change myself.

This was not easy.

It was all I could do . . . really.

And that has made all the difference.* 😮

Where have I heard that before?

*This last line sounds remarkably like the last line of the poem entitled, “Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood,” by Robert Frost. I’ll check this out. Did it. That last line is exactly like the last line of Robert Frost’s poem, actually entitled “The Road Not Taken” The title I just gave is the first line of Frost’s poem. Photo below from “China Daily” website, which includes the full poem by Robert Frost; URL: www.chinadaily.com.cn/…/content_619076_2.htm

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The Poet Robert Frost Reminds me of my son Robert

My son Robert is one of the great men in my life. He wrote poetry in his youth and did take the path less traveled by.

Love, Blessings and Friendship, Doc Meek, Sunday, June 13, 2010

At Sherwood Park, Alberta, CANADA; not at South Jordan, Utah, USA

P.S. DSD today? [Do Something Different today?]

Read or write a poem? Take a path less traveled by?

And also do something familiar, for continuity. 😮

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