The Narrator has been good to us

Listen to the Narrator

Went to the movies last night. Mike mentioned that we had gone before on Thanksgiving Eve. He recalled a trip to see Malcolm X. Last night is was "Stranger than Fiction". The movie not the night. By the way, thinking of Malcom it is interesting how much more clear things seem looking back now than at the time. The movie Malcolm X was not what it seemed like when we heard about him on the news each night years back. I liked this Malcom quote. "You can't separate peace from freedom becuase no one can be at peace unless he has freedom."

Stranger than Fiction

The movie had an interesting plot. The main character heard a "narrator". The voice announced to him things that were just taking place. His life became narrated. He was a part of a novel. Non Fiction, by the way, since it was taking place for him.

If I was to narrate Thanksgiving Day

"Like many holidays Brent got up and went out for a run. After meeting Jan they went deep into the cove. The mountain was unlike any mountain anywhere and as they wound through the streets they seldom lost the comfort of the mountain. Half way back home they would look up at the face where the "great crack' on the face had been adaquate to allow their hero, Pat, climb straight up the face." O yes, that was back then. Not now. No more mountain on holidays. Blue Sky however. Almost always. The mountain hid the sun till late mid morning in the Winter. Behind the mountain to the East. Then take a right turn to the South. Way South. The High Desert.

New Mexico. A mountain still to the East. Sandia, not Wasatch.

It was one day in the Summer

Non fiction. Just two guys running through the daily run. Jeff and I. The grandkids back at the house. It was indeed a day to be thankful for. Much like the last few weeks with Mike. Days to be together and be thankful for. Running. Walking. Talking. Jan and I always talked. About everything and nothing. Those walks were indeed non-fiction and had plently to draw from our daily activities. This day I shared a story I had heard many times since coming to New Mexico. A Navajo, a Cherokee, maybe just a half Welsh Grandfather, this time, but a story of some advice from a Grandfather. I told the story. Then was asked to tell the Grandkids. Maybe they remember. The "daughter" did and used it for some lessons. Today is a day to be Thankful.

The Narrator has been good to us.

Two wolves live inside me

There is a story about a Navajo Grandfather who once
told his grandson, "Two wolves live inside me. One is
the bad wolf, full of greed and laziness, full of
anger and jealousy and regret. The other is the good
wolf, full of joy and compassion and willingness and a
great love for the world. All the time these two
wolves are fighting inside me."

"But Grandfather," the boy said, "Which wolf will
win?"
The grandfather answered, "The one I feed."