Saturday, August 23, 2008

One Stone

Einstein died yesterday. He was my little old dog. He was 18. Can’t say that I didn’t see it coming in that he was almost bald, partly blind, and completely deaf. He had been a member of the family since we first got married and it is strange without him around making his little presence known.

I shared this sadness with two Brothers from my lodge. Didn’t speak on it long, just mentioned that I was feeling a bummed as one might say. Brother Rob and I met for lunch later that day and he took to lunch, bought me a Filet Mignon, and engaged me in some great conversation. He did it without thought, without batting an eye, without anything except a desire to assist a brother and friend whom he knew was on the sad side.

Brother Walt, the other man I spoke to, stopped by my office for some other business we had to attend to, again, engaged me in some wonderful conversation and left me with a book. I am a complete bibliophile so the book was a great cheer up.

I am not naïve enough to believe that Masonry is the only place with kind and loving people that would show their friend compassion on a sad day, but the concentration is greater in many ways I do believe. When much of the world sets out to protect their assets and bicker about liability, Masons are quietly improving themselves and assisting their Brothers.
I heard spoken of Brother Manly Hall his formula for magic in this world, “Work hard, weed your garden, and take care of your home, be a friend…that’s magic.”

So, how is Masonry relevant….well it’s magic, and I thank my Brothers for the spell they cast yesterday. It was needed and well received.


Anonymous said...


As one who has lost as you have, the memory on my friend and buddy still yanks at my heart.

Be well in your grief and know that you are not alone.


The Relevant Mason said...

thank you Brother