âhope that the human race willrecognize and develop its spiritual qualitiesâ
Love, Forgiveness, Truth,
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007
Giggle, giggle, after 11 months, I finally changed clothes. Those white pedal-pushers needed washed…
Still no silver hair available.
Sometimes I hear a person say “I’m no better than anyone else” even though they are on a path which requires soul-searching, questioning of oneself, trying to be the best one can be.
I think yes, you are right, we are no better than, not superior to, others. But sometimes I get a sneaking suspicion that I am doing lip-service to humility. Hopefully going through exercises will prepare the way for becoming. Sometimes something happens, I do something, or think something, where I am forced to squarely face my imperfections. Then I truthfully realize I am no better than anyone else.
But I will keep trying to be better than I was yesterday, than I was maybe even just 10 minutes ago.
Yesterday, late afternoon, early evening, I was working on the quilt (since husband was using the computer ) and put on the radio to get a bit of music. At that time there is often some jazz. The man talks too much but I sort of tune him out and just wait for the music. Then the news came on and to finish off, the woman stated “tomorrow will be gray all over and the average temperature will be 5Â°.”
Now I remember how to do an average. You take several elements and add them together and then you divide by the number of elements. So I am wondering what elements did they use to arrive at their deduction? The Riviera? The PyrÃ©nÃ©es? The Alps? The river valleys? The plains? The North? The coast? The coast where it is touched by the Gulf Stream? And above all, how can they know what those temperatures will be tomorrow?
I consulted husband who advised me to watch the thermometer and see. So, when I got up at 7:30, before dawn, it was 10Â°. In town at about noon, on the pharmacy’s sign, it said 10.5Â°. Now it is sundown and our outdoor thermometer reads 12Â°. Plus it was a very nice sunny day.
How many more things do they try to put over on us? They can’t even tell the truth about the weather???
A member of our women’s choir was expecting a baby – it was stillborn after almost 8 months gestation. The rest of us sang at the funeral. I know the baby is one of the Innocents, but it is a hard thing for the family.
Another concert last night of Christmas music. We sang outside wearing Santa hats and red felt capes. Here is my cape, getting its fur edging.
Then we gave a proper concert in the church with carols and Benjamin Britten’s Carols , accompanied by harp. I find it very difficult to sing with the harp – I seem to hear all the harmonics and have a hard time finding the note I’m supposed to be singing.
Another concert tonight.
I can’t believe how adult I’ve become â this morning I got out a bucket for the wet umbrella BEFORE I got the umbrella wet!
On the other hand, if you had seen me in boots and bathrobe , silver hair flying in the wind, carrying this large umbrella on my way to the chicken coop, you might think I should be locked up. (used to scare the chickens, but they seem to be used to it now)
Further proof occurred after the noon meal when I decided to freeze the leftovers and found myself in front of the armoire, Tupperware container in handâ¦
Oh, well, I’ve often said I want to be eccentric when I grow up.