There are times I believe there is some sort of monk/nun that lives in me, an original, prototype monk whom I must honor and allow to be. This monk (she) sometimes craves the depths of solitude and silence and sound of nature and has, at times, a searing passion for God and an almost raging empathy for creation. She is a part of me that wants to break out in celebration.. dancing, writing & painting my daily journey. And there is a part of her that also embraces the darkness of nothing. I love this monk within, she exists in the midst of an incredible world of noise and music and chores that comprise my life.
There are times, I believe the noises that are a part and parcel of my life are God’s messages to me and it is my duty, my choice to interpret them or let them pass without meditation or thought. I actually seek out places where I can find more of these “noises” that allow me to experience God’s beautiful music.. this morning as I was feeding the goats, a pair of Canadian geese flew overhead honking furtively to each other .. they were moving to the west.. and after I spent some time feeding my babies, I again heard the pair and this time they were moving fast back toward the east. The sounds of my cardinals sitting in the trees singing... “pretty, pretty, pretty” the warbling of the purple martin getting up and paying me for the food I set out for them by song... my Brandy’s yawn as she raises her arthritic body up and moans, the meows from the queenly Whiskey as the action at the feeder comes awake. These are eloquences of God and if we learn to develop our metaphysical ears we may hear the music of God’s divinity in uncommon places.
I also think back on all the times and noises I enjoyed most when my children were young and still today when we get together and do things like New York last week, I enjoy the times when we were/are “doing nothing special”.. giggling or laughin over the simple things in life... like the Naked Cowboy in New York, the raccoon that was in Central Park. Even talking about ticks with someone you care about can be enjoyable if you allow that joy to permeate your spirit..
As per a great quote I read recently: “If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly in those moments” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
As in the Steps to Success this week.. you CAN easily build joy into your daily life through the simple act of pausing...
Follow these steps to be and live the present moment:
Pause – enter the state of the present moment.
Allow. Let life just BE and BE aware of all that comes to you.
Understand. Bring all these wonderful noises and simple nothings to your mind and spirit.
Sense. Enjoy these feelings you experiences with you fill your senses.
Experience. Experience everything once and you will experience all life has to offer.
Remember there are four things that you can never recover:
The stone... after the throw!
The word... after it’s said!
The occasion... after the loss!
The time... after it’s gone!
And remember: Sometimes you gotta do something bad just to remind yourself how very good you are. Let someone else take on an extra project. Go see a matinee instead of doing housework. Have some -- what's that word? -- fun for once!
Oh, grandpa... best you not read this one...WATCH FOR THE WALMART SCAM
There is a new scam going around.. but I think I can handle this one...
I don’t know how many of you shop at WalMart, but this is how I became a victim of this scam.
Two seriously good-looking well-built cowboy type guys came over to my care as I was loading my purchases.
They were both shirtless and began wiping my windshield with a rag with their high-defined chest muscles
And rock hard abs glistening in the sun. I found it impossible not to look at them.
I offered them a tip, but they declined asking for simply a ride to another store. I agreed and they got in the back seat. On our way, they began to start talking dirty about what they were going to do to me when all of a sudden one climbed over the seat and sat beside me in the front. He started kissing my neck and he begged me to pull over because he wanted so badly to make love to me.
While he is rocking my world with his hot passionate lovemaking, the other in the back seat stole my purse.
*psst.... I had my purse stolen yesterday, today and I plan on having it stolen every other day this week.*
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