
It's also been awhile since I've spent time with my father-in-law, up from Texas for a visit and joining in the family festivities of celebrating my youngest daughter's collegiate graduation.
An admirable man of faith & compassion, "Pops" (as my father-in-law is known) personifies the essence of joy as he interacts with all of us, being playfully ornery at various moments throughout the day, enjoying any board or card game placed before him with the fervor of a child a Christmas or taking in masterful soundtracks on the stereo like a dry sponge immersed in a wash-basin. Pops is also the essence of thoughtful ponderings, often offering inquiries without any intention of getting an answer ("I wonder if Abraham Lincoln had a photographic memory?"), his very questions tilling my own cerebral soil inviting ponderings of my own ("I wonder if Pops does this on purpose?" :-) ) An ever-infectious smile and deeply abiding faith reflect his essence as a cherished father, mentor, and friend. It's been awhile...
As I consider the notion and significance of the term "essence", I'm reminded exposure to that which transforms body, mind, heart, and soul mandates the disciplined art of presence--to be a better time-trial cyclist I need to be present & focused on training; to become an admirable and humble man of faith & devotion, I need to spend time with men like Pops...
"Essence", then, requires exposure & presence... Thanks for the visit, Pops--may it not be so long 'til the next one :-)