A person doesn’t get up in the morning and say to themselves I think I’m going to let my truck start a fire today and burn down 10,000 acres of forest. Well, most people anyway. I guess there might be one or two that might have that thought but if they do most of the time something else takes over and the thought is completely forgotten. Whew. That was a close call.
Today I’m thinking about the guy whose name Freddie Smoke sounds like part of a bad Hollywood movie script. He’s the one who allegedly started the Bully fire up by Redding that has burned more than 6 square miles now. I’m pretty sure and I don’t know how I know this but I don’t think he was trying to start the fire. It just happened. Probably because of negligence if indeed that’s the way it happened and he is the one. But anyway the point is fate stepped in and now his life is totally changed. Even if he didn’t start it. His fifteen minutes of fame has turned into a lot more.
I hadn’t planned on even thinking about this but there I was feeding horses and blessing the sky for being filled with dense high smoke. Smoke so thick the temperature is now bearable because the sun is pretty blotted out. And I’m thinking this is nice. Wait. This is because of a tragedy. So what is it, this smoke? A blessing or a curse?
There is a story. Here’s one version:
One day a Zen monk walks into the village and there's great jubilation. He inquires into what's happening and the villagers tell him that they've acquired a new horse; a symbol of wealth and status at the time. They tell him how great it is that they have this horse and all he does is shrug his shoulders:
He comes back a few days later and a group of the villagers have crowded around an injured boy. The zen monk finds out that the boy was riding the new horse, fell off and broke his leg. The villagers shakes their heads, worried and tell him how terrible this is. He shrugs:
A few weeks later the monk returns to the village; this time there is great commotion...a war has broken out between the territories. All the male villagers must go and fight, except for the boy with the broken leg, which has not yet healed. 'Isn't it wonderful that he broke his leg...now his life has been spared', exclaim the villagers. The monk smiles and shrugs:
So many things happen in life. There is only one thing that is final and we all know what that is and it’s not taxes. Other than that everything is up for grabs. It could be a blessing or a curse. Let’s just stop there. We don’t want to over think this. I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t be too certain and keep an open mind.