Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Function of the Soothsayer

In the old days, there were people, men & women who were "unlikely advisers" to the power elite. They were called many things but most commonly we hear of them as soothsayers.

The soothsayer had special talents beyond that of most men. While the powerful made the decisions that impacted the whole of the society in which they lived, the soothsayer could help the elite keep a balance and avoid supernatural retribution.

Soothsayer Talents included interpretation of weather, of dreams... in an effort to obtain fair weather for good business, to achieve goals.

When the power elite were out of balance, weather and storms would turn nasty toward those areas that were under the power elite's control. People would ask, why the ocean storm destroyed a city? why the bugs ate the crops? why the vermin spread disease? why the ice came three years in a row? why the heat burned the ground?

In the Bible and other ancient texts, we read that both dream interpretation and deciphering weather and natural "disasters" correctly helped to appease God and temper the climate, both in nature and in business, for the betterment of all.

It's all about balance, indeed, every generation is sent soothsayers, people who can see the forest and the trees, that understand the yin & the yang, understanding the balance of life as a whole, not only as it appears on a spreadsheet.

Today, we see the value of business plummet, the weather completely out of control, and the soothsayers know the relationship between the two and how to remedy the situation. But where are they? They're an undiscovered resource, just waiting to be asked... in other words, the soothsayers are unheard because they're unemployed...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Let It Snow



Amazing what a bit of snow can do for a golf course.


Woke up to the silence of a world covered in snow. Once the salt trucks made their rounds salting the roads like a baker coating a cake in powdered sugar, the traffic started, barely audible, growing to the clear hum that marks our modern day background noise, resumed but at a subdued winter level.

The bridge to the golf course green, now white with snow, stood framing the frigid waters of the Little Sugar Creek. Not cold enough to freeze the flow but cold enough to keep the colorful song birds in their nests for the day.

And I wonder, why am I not in my nest?