The
longer I live on this earth, the more I realize that it’s the way to, rather
than the end point, which is the real deal.
From
recent life of me and mine, I watch as--
*The
adventure of brewing beer is not the drinking but the process of making the
thing. Both complex and interesting. [I was an observer on both ends]
*Painting
a portrait~ finding out a face is so much more than the “seen.” [Ditto about
being an observer]
*The
first drafting of a novel~ Learning so much about what I never knew I didn’t
know~ Interesting is too mild a word for it.
*Navigating
a nature trail~ who cares if we ever get there and what is “there,” anyway?
These
got me thinking about all the things discovered accidentally, on the way to a
different destination. Their discovery stories are linked below--
Penicillin, Teflon,
pacemakers, X-rays and the microwaves are famous examples. But also, Quinine,
Velcro and potato chips… Ah, well. What did we ever do before the latter?
So,
chipping away here to the next adventure. Nothing is wasted. The roads are
littered with treasures. The party is the hike itself.
