What is it about certain things, perhaps certain people, that make you realize what's important, that make you feel safe?
Is it the abiding strength radiating from within, a calm and unflinching repose when problems arise? Is it that which cloaks itself with outward trappings and values that have withstood generations, that bone deep integrity that makes you feel at peace in the company thereof?
Is it a look? One that has weight to it, a look that has such depth that you feel you could hold it in your hand? Is it a form? One that stays strong, even when tested, the little nicks and scuffs, simply the marks of battles fought and overcome. It's all that and more. It's the promise of dependability, sublime yet infinite, that carries you in its company from the evocable past to the continuing present.
If you lose it, mourn its passing. If you find it, never let it go.
- Brigid
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I feel that you are talking about more than Firearms. Yes, what you speak of is beyond treasure. If you find it you are blessed. If it is lost yes, mourn its passing and with luck you will find it again.
Losing, as we have all done in the past and even many very recently, is a painful way to learn about precious value.
Thank you for these words. They are a timely eye-opener to remind us to be thankful for the things that have value as well as the ones that we love.
Amen.
I would like to be able to do all that without the mourning, but re-affirming doesn't seem to come like that
Hmmm...
Honor - to do the right thing - even when you don't want to do it. This is the big picture view with humanity itself as the focus.
Duty - to do your occupation - no matter how small and insignificant - even when you don't want to do it. This is the small picture and where you fit in the scheme of things.
... and now bring these two together in a beautiful quote that Brigid posted:
"A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live."
A solid sense of Honor and Duty are required to have "instincts founded on something more constant than the superficial details of (the) hills and plains."
Nick either one, and a man becomes mortal.
The steps mark the trail, words do not guide.
I hope he realizes how very blessed he is to have you around. We look forward to meeting him.
Big bro
Thank you - once again you sum things up beautifully.
I found mine. I've never let her go.
Thought you were getting ready to find yours awhile back. Thanks for the confirmation, Big Bro. Didn't think the post was about that lovely revolver.
In morning....yet a believer still.
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