It's minus-eleven Fahrenheit this morning. The coffee I leave on the porch for sipping purposes has frozen solid. My wife and younger son will leave shortly for a trip to somewhere outside Boston for a track meet.
Yesterday evening, my son's face suffused with joy as he crossed a line in the shot-put, throwing 38 feet and entering a more exclusive pool of throwers who can compete in "Western Massachusetts" events. He had hoped and hoped to accomplish that feat, and, now that he has....
Interesting how we all set out sights on something and then work to achieve it, to enter the realm of success, to be a winner in things little and large. And when success comes knocking, suddenly there is no place to go but forward ... towards some new goal perhaps. Success makes the previous goal moot and we are, so to speak, empty-handed again.
We begin empty-handed and end up empty-handed. Wouldn't you think that, since empty-handedness is our lot, we might take a look at the desire to hold something, to be successful at something, to be a winner who now has to win something else?
Who are we when we are empty-handed?