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2 - November 13, 2014 Your Hometown Newspaper News Outlook Heaven Is A Lot Like By Charles Mattox "Whether we and our pol- iticians know it or not, Na- ture is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer mem- ory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do." Kentuckian author and poet Wendell Berry I remember a couple of different #aces where the giant sycamore trees used to grow, when I was a young man. Most of those trees are gone now. I'm not a young man anymore; maybe young at heart sometimes, maybe even young in spirit but time has marched on and will continue. I asked an old guy once what it was like being old. He told me, "Well son, it's painful at times but still a damn sight better than the alternative and on the grand scale it's a condition that probably won't last long." And like brave Horatius, the captain of the gate in Thomas Macauley's poetic narrative of Rome, I do in- deed know that, "To every man upon this earth death cometh soon or late." And I suppose as I grow older I try to enjoy a more harmonious relationship with nature, even more so than tdid a hild of the By Cecil Lawson The highest good is like water. Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive. It flows in places men re- ject and so is like the Way. In dwelling, be close to the land. In meditation, go deep in the heart. In dealing with others, be gentle and kind. In speech, be true. In ruling, be just. In business, be compe- tent. In action, watch the tim- ing. No fighl: no blame. - Tao Te Ching, (trans. Jane English) There are some things around us so obvious, so much a part of the warp and woof of our lives, that we overlook most of the time the subtle and pro- found things they have to teach us. Like water. Rain water. Creek water. River water. Ocean waves. Water running down the the toilet bowl or the bath- tub. Water shooting out of a garden hose. The wisdom contained in the above verse, proba- bly written down over 2500 years ago in China, draws out attention back to the I have a deep fondness for streams and creeks and old trees. And I look for the old sycamore trees, like the one my sister and I used to climb near the old Garr Pond hole of water in Flem- ing Creek, when we were youngsters. We discovered that the natural placement of limbs on those trees made for ideal tree-climbing. We were pretty good at climbing trees and were pretty good at climbing in general. I mean we weren't q'ony Montgomerys' or anything but we were decent climb- \ on some esting stuff. I got to know Tony in Middle School. He was a lively one and a serious climber too. I've seen him climb tele- phone poles. I've seen him climb tele- phone poles upside down. I've seen him climb tele- phone poles upside down, backwards. I am not making this up! For those of us who had the pleasure of knowing Tony in his wild youthful days we saw him do all kinds of unbelievable stuff but that's a column or two in and of itselfi Tony's climbing extrava- ganza took place about 30 some years ago 'on the hill' ers. For those of you who didn't grow up with Tony at the 0!d emingsburg. ~Montgomery, , well you City:Park where I :spent ~ LIKE WATER obvious and leads us down into the very difficult wis- dom that opens before our eyes when we push aside all of our daily distractions. We've often heard the saying, "Go with the flow." I'm not sure about you, but the thing that immediately comes to my mind is, float- ing along a river current either on my back or in an inner tube or kayak. Wherever the flow of the river takes you, that's where you will be. You can paddle against the current and maybe go in the oppo- site direction, if the waters aren't rushing too strong- ly, but it is much easy to let the "flow" take you along. Psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi has writ- ten a great deal about the 'Ylow" state and how to achieve it in your work and hobbies and creative pursuits. His ideas center around achieving a state of mind in which an indi- vidual is so absorbed in the task at hand that nothing else distracts or bothers you. You are "in the zone." This is a state we often admire when we watch athletes play at their high- est levels of performance. They make what they do look effortless, and yet, we know that it took them years of practice to get there. Flow does not have to be as dramatic as an athletic performance in front of a crowd of spectators. It can be as simple as losing track of time while puttering in the garden or working on a model or even reading a good book. I've often found flow while, years ago, playing tennis right in Owingsville here, and more recently, while running. I can of- ten hit the flow state while When an apple a day isn't enough, writing if there aren't too many distractions around me. Flow, and the wider les- son of water, point to some- thing much more impor- tant. Water, by its very nature, does not resist. It takes the shape of what tries to contain it_ If there is an obstacle in its path, such as a dam, it stays calm and grows stronger and higher until it is able to seep over the top. Water surges, water re- cedes. Resistance becomes fu- tile in the long term. And with water, there is no life, and yet, it freely gives to all alike without prejudice. If its power is not re- spected, then it can claim life as well. There is much to be learned in watching water flow. as a teenager and young adult. Those were the days, in- deed. Another old buddy, a fellow survivor of the old city park days, helped me gather some fire wood over the weekend and it was the first time I've done any wood gathering since I was a teenager and it made me think about all the truckloads of firewood I had helped my father cut in days gone by. About this lime of year we'd cut four or five truck- loads of wood and usually pick up a couple of truck loads of walnuts. It seemed like the grub- biest and cruddiest thing I could possible ever do Boy, what I'd give to be able to spend just one more day like that with dad. There was a place he always seemed to like on Grandpa's old farm. It was up a pretty little hollow that never held water but made for easy walking from the barn up toward the pond. We used to go squirrel hunting there at a place he called the Old Den Tree. The Old Den Tree was at least 250 years old and he told me it was where Grandpa took him squirrel hunting the first time and where he killed his first squirrel. It was the same place I killed my first squirrel. I didn't take to hunting Oh I could do it and I am one of the better shots that I know of around here, but hunting, well, it just didn't come natural to me. Everything else about the woods, the streams, nature and understanding how to read 'signs' in the woods, that always came real easy to me, but when it came to shooting any animal, I was : always hesitant. I reckon Dad killed enough for both of us and a few more to boot. Since getting my wood stove put up and keeping the fire going on a few nights when it frosted, has reminded me of things I hadn't thought of lately. Things like how the : smell of wood smoke is the smell of security for me, having grown up with it, To this day, I've been known to tell people I was 14 years old before I ever really knew my given name, up to that point I thought my name was Get Wood. I consider myself a mas- ter chef when it comes to grilling and I won't use any packaged charcoal or fluid to get the fire going. Nope, it's strictly wood for me. Last winter made we realize with a deeper un- derstanding the difficulty our Native Americans had surviving in subzero tem- peratures. I realize now that what- ever chore or task they executed during any given day, gathering wood was also included in their activ-- ity. They didn't have chain- saws and they didn't have pickup trucks, yet they lived here for hundreds and thousands of years. I think about them and my dad whenever I see an ancient tree that still when I was younger and or killing like my father stands. would just about do any:' did. ......., .... " Whitt, 85 of Liberty Town- ship, Ohio passed away on Thursday November 6, 2014 at Hospice of Butler & Warren Counties. She was born on February 21, 1929 in Milford, Ohio to Law- rence and Made (Carnes) Ernst. She was married to Arlie Whitt on July 3, 1948 in Mt. Sterling, Kentucky. They enjoyed 60 .years of JOYCE ROSE ERNST WH1Tr 3470 Hamilton-Middletown Road (Rt. 4), Hamilton, OH 45011 with a Celebration of Life Service at l:OOpm with Reverend Jerry Pascarella officiating. Graveside services will be on Tuesday November 11, 2014 at l:00pm at the Back Cemetery in Wel- lington, Kentucky. Me- nifee Home For Funerals, Frenchburg, Ky, Randy Halsey, Funeral Director. Memorial contributions may be made to: Hospice of Butler & Warren Counties 5940 Long Meadow Drive, Franklin, Ohio 45005 or American Heart Asso- ciation, 15120 Collections Center Drive, Chicago, I1 60693. Condolences may be sent to the family via our website, www.menifee- homeforfunerals.com marriage together. He pre- ceded her in death July 27, 2008. Joyce was a member of the Pentecostal High- way of Holiness Church where she was very active in the church and served many roles over the years including Sunday school teacher. She was preceded in death by her one broth- er, Raymond Ernst. She is survived by her children; Kathy Jo Garrett, Christy Ann (Tom) Galford, Arlie (Debbie) WhiR, Jr., Larry Ellis WhiR, Norma Rae (Steve) Hess and Anna Lynn Cox. She is also sur- vived by twelve grandchil- dren and nine great-grand- children: Arrangements: Visitation will be on Monday Novem- ber 10th, 2014 at 11:00am at the Pentecostal High- way of Holiness Church, More obituaries on page 3 Q I announces the addition of Jennifer Bond, call the Physician Referral Line Matching you to the right physician at the right time is our specialty. Call today-- the service is free! Carlisle Clinic is now accepting new patients and accepts Medicare, Medicaid and , most major insurances. 0 e in Making Our Communities Healthier i 107 S. Broadway, Carlisle 859-289-4124 Monday - Friday 8 am - 4:30 pm I I I I I III III IJ I