My favorite time to work and write is in the early morning. as the sunrises on the back porch, the coffee brews, and Ashby runs a lap or two along the fence line, I get to collect my thoughts and plan my day. this morning, a holiday, I caught up on the little bit of work I blew off yesterday then caught up on some correspondence to friends.
One friend is a buffalo. Curly Bill. He lives out in South Dakota with a hero of mine, Dan O’Brien.
Bill has a blog and twitter account. Very modern buffalo.
I caught up on his blog posts this morning. Very glad i did.
Bill’s Thanksgiving post about gratitude is gifted writing. It speaks to those things beyond ourselves we should give thanks for. Wonderful stuff.
I worked back down his posts.
Earlier this week, Bill captured, quite eloquently, a simple concept. Respect. Remarkable reading.
He knows he is probably preaching to the choir. Maybe I am too.
Respect has waned of late. we need to get it back. In fact we need to pay it forward.
This is how it starts.