No time to go hiking?

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#1

A friend from the renaissance fest sent me this, I thought it apropriate for hikers who can’t find the time to go hiking. How many times have we said: "I’ll hike after I [pay off bills, get the kids through college, etc.]? Read the following & consider:

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a 2-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. “I will come next Tuesday,” I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

The next Tuesday dawned cold & rainy. Still, I had promised, & so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house & hugged & greeted my grandchildren, I said, “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds & fog, & there is nothing in the world except you & these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!” My daughter smiled calmly & said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.” “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, & then I’m heading for home!” I assured her. “I was hoping you’d take me over to the garage to pick up my car.” “How far will we have to drive?” “Just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. " I’ll drive I’m used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the garage!” “We’re going to my garage the long way,” Carolyn smiled, “by way of the daffodils.” “Carolyn,” I said sternly, “please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

After about 20 minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road & I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, “Daffodil Garden.” We got out of the car & each took a child’s hand, & I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, & I looked up & gasped.

Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold & poured it down over the mountain peak & slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns–great ribbons & swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon, pink, saffron, & butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled & flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were 5 acres of flowers.

“But who has done this?” I asked Carolyn. “It’s just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well kept A- frame house that looked small & modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking” was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, 2 feet, & very little brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun – one bulb at a time – to bring her vision of beauty & joy to an obscure mountaintop. Still, just planting 1 bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, & inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

That is, learning to move toward our goals & desires one step at a time - often just one baby-step at a time – & learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal 35 or 40 years ago & had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!” My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.

It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

So, stop waiting …

Until your car or home is paid off/
Until you get a new car or home/
Until you go back to school/
Until you finish school/
Until you get married/
Until you get a divorce/
Until you have kids/
Until you lose 10 lbs./
Until you gain 10 lbs./
Until you retire/
Until spring/
Until summer/
Until autumn
Until winter/
Until you die

Philosopher

#2

THANK YOU! A lovely story for us all & I def. appreciated it’s message on this am…have a lovely day all, whoever you all are; whatever you’re doing. Happy Easter, Passover, Spring day,or just Sunday!

RBG

#3

I needed this, thank you…I may not change the world but I can make wonders in my corner of it. Have a great Easter everyone:girl

arttolinda

#4

PCT here I come!!!

Virginian

#5

THE STATION
by Robert J Hastings

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.
We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.
We are traveling by train.
Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways,
of children waving at a crossing,
of cattle grazing on a distant hillside,
of smoke pouring from a power plant,
of row upon row of corn and wheat,
of flatlands and valleys,
of mountains and rolling hillsides,
of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our minds is the FINAL DESTINATION.
Bands will be playing and flags will be waving.
Once we get there, our dreams will come true,
and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering . . . waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for THE STATION.

“When we reach the station, that will be it!”, we cry.
"When I’m 21 . . . "
“When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes-Benz!”
“When I put the last kid through college.”
“When I have paid off the mortgage!”
“When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!”

Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all.
The true joy of life is the trip.
The station is only a dream.
It constantly outdistances us.

It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad.
It is the regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.
Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.
Instead, climb more mountains,
eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often,
swim more rivers, watch more sunsets,
laugh more, cry less.

Life must be lived as we go along.
The Station will come soon enough.


DREAM BIG

If there were ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, it is now.

Not for any grand cause, necessarily,
but for something that tugs at your heart,
something that’s your aspiration,
something that’s your dream.

You owe it to yourself to make your day here count.

Have fun.
Dig deep.
Stretch.
Dream big.

Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy.
There will be good days
And there will be bad days.
There will be times when you want to turn around,
pack it up and call it quits.
Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself,
that you are not afraid to learn by trying.

Persist.

Because with an idea, determination,
and the right tools, you can do great things.
Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart guide you.

Trust.

Believe in the incredible power of the human mind.
Of doing something that makes a difference.
Of working hard.
Of laughing and hoping.
Of lazy afternoons.
Of lasting friends.
Of all the things that will cross your path this year.

The start of something new brings the hope of something great.
Anything is possible.
There is only one you.
And you will pass this way only once.

Do it right.

yogi

#6

For me, I always needed the time, money and the weather to go hiking. After a while, I realized two out of three ain’t bad.

Two Speed

#7

What is the renaissance fest?

brownbear

#8

There is a Renaissance Fest held each Year at Sterling Forest i NY State (just north of Tuxedo, NY on Route 17) and it shows forth the Middle Ages, it shows the sport and art of those times. Perhaps there are many of these Festivals throughout the US each year. :cheers

Skylander

#9

I’ve been to fun ones in the midwest; in Minneapolis MN, & in Kalona Iowa (near Iowa City). Can’t recall exact month; seems like it is in the early fall or late summer. All in all a surprisingly good time. By the way; it was a nice writing that started this thread.

Ms.T