Set Free To Soar…

Well, tomorrow is graduation day at NDSU.  13 of our emergency management majors are graduating as well as a number of our minors.  My emotions each graduation are a mix of happiness for the graduates and melancholy that I will likely not see them again for a long time.  But as I often say, my little birds, they always fly away…that is how it is supposed to be.

Tonight I share thoughts from day six hundred and seventy-seven of the new forty – thoughts that were from another graduation day.  As I look back over time I realize my feelings never change on this front.  I imagine that ten years from now the sense of hope and emptiness I feel as my little birds take flight will be the same.  I stand on the ground thinking it is good that they have developed their wings and at the same time wonder how life will ever be the same around campus without them.  But then the next flock comes along and the same process repeats itself.  Oh so many little birds…and oh so many fluttering wings just waiting to be set free to soar.

From May  14, 2011 my take on Dr. Seuss:

To all my students who will graduate tomorrow and who have graduated in years past, I dedicate the below as some words that might last. I hope it will remain an imprint on your mind you see, so you never forget who you can be. And should you forget, you need not despair. For you are surrounded by people who care. People who won’t accept “I can’t” or ” I quit!” People who will remind you lickety-split ~ that while life it is challenge day-in and day-out and solutions aren’t found while immersed in a pout.

Solutions are found by looking intently inside and out. Inside and out one’s mind and one’s heart. These parts have the answers, they have from the start. So no matter where you go remember this well. You have all that you need – it’s in there – and it’s swell. ;-)

Dr. C

Oh, the Places You’ll Go! Dr. Seuss

Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some  you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of  brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a  not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of  course, you’ll head straight out of town.

It’s opener there in the wide  open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

You’ll be on your way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the  whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be  best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t. Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some  windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain  both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go  in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or  right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and  sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a  mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long  wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across  weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the  mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to  snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to  grow. Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or  waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle  Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a  pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just  waiting.

No! That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the  bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping,  once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready  because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go!

There is fun to be done! There are points  to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can  do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching  you win on TV.

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!

Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things  that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road  between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go  on.

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though  your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward  up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your  sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far  and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed  up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step  with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right  foot with your left.

And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains! So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!

One thousand two hundred and fifty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C