Many Dimensions

Arthur Freeman Barber as a young man

one of Dad's carvings

I may think and respond in 360 degrees, but my father was able to think and create in 3D. I envy that ability. Too often I feel like the proverbial rider in Stephen Leacock's essay about the man who got on his horse and rode off in all directions. The mind boggles.

I seek to discern how to spend - how to really live my life - with all of the potential, attraction and need of which one is daily aware. Where to start, what to do - how best to serve, observe, participate - to live?

If you asked me to create an airplane out of lego, I'd basically build a two-dimensioned,horizontal cross . . . My father (just as can my eldest son) was able to 'see' things in three-dimensions and then create them. Without whittling life down to very little or nothing, he learned to carve birds and other intricate creatures and objects. It was something to which he put mind, heart and hand, in retirement years.

He always had it (them) in him. I covet that; I miss him.