|photo via tnhomeandfarm.com|
He’s a simple man because he lets himself be. He doesn’t get all riled up over much. Not by the neighbors’ actions or by the things the politicians say or even by all the wars going on around the world. If he thought about it all enough, sure, they might. But what then? How would he be happy with more layers on, layers protecting his heart from the pains he’d rather not feel?
He doesn’t ignore things, nope. He just looks other places. Places that invite his eyes. Invite his heart. And honestly, places that invite him to smile. From the inside, out.
The hay he turns with the prongs of his tractor’s till, that does it. It reminds him of some of the ladies hairdos at church. How could he not smile at that?
Then the birds that sit in the trees out back. Sometimes he likes thinking he can understand what they’re saying. And somehow, the darn things always make him chuckle.
And of course, there’s the peach pits. Those always make him smile. Those along with the pocketknife that lives either in his pocket or in his hand. Yep, always.
If you ask him, he’ll tell you that he lives a simple life, that anyone could do what he does and that really, there’s nothing to fuss about. He thinks it’s funny that after all these years people still think his peach pit carvin’ is something to be talked about. Some even go so far as to call it spectacular. But then, if you sit awhile with him and wait for him to find an even quieter kind of comfort with you, you might hear something else, something else a little bit new. My guess is that you might hear him say that carving peach pits has been a little slice of magic on his own little corner of life, and that life … just don’t get any better than that.
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Maybe the real magic of life is simple.
Maybe it’s been simple all along.
Maybe we all just need to find our Peach Pits
To find that one thing
That helps the happy at our core
Ride its way to the surface
In a permanent sort of way.
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Now watch the video, why don’t you … and it’ll all make even better sense.
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