I don’t want my blog to be political because then it would be sucked into a treacherous current that is difficult to get out of.
And here is one small example why.
Just two days ago, after a sweet little breakfast with a friend I had not seen in four years, I decided to roam around her little town of one fire station, one gas station, a used book store, a car tire garage, a hardware store, a junk store and a few specialty stores and restaurants. It is the epitome of quaint New England. In fact this was the town I had posted one Halloween where the pumpkin patch payment was all on honor code with a little box to place your money in, that anyone could have reached in and helped themselves. I had dressed up and tried to make it a nice event for me and my friend.
As I was walking back to my car parked behind the very cool junk store a man allowed his dog to stretch way out on those retractable leashes so I turned to pet. I love doggies and FEE-FEE was on bee-line to me. The owner said, “He’ll bite you!” And I of course retreated my hand back from my koochy-koo with the pup. And the owner then said, “Bite her, Bite her, she is obviously a Trump supporter!” And he just barely pulled Fido away from my leg but let his leash out so he was close enough to snarl.
Now it all happened quickly and unexpectedly. I nervously laughed it off and dashed into the out door junk yard, watching him laugh at me as he walked past retracting in Doggy-dear’s leash. I felt really hurt.
I am worried about what is happening to the people in this country. I know the majority are good kind hard working people who want a good life for their families. But I also see more and more hurtful unkindness that seems to now be allowed and disregarded. That very tiny moment was uncalled for.
Are Americans so distracted and hopless that we sit in a huge boat floating down a torrential river current minutes from going over a Niagra Falls type water fall but we all have our cameras out taking selfies and pictures of the scenery continually posting our lives on facebook and Instagram! We have got to collectively paddle the opposite way. Back to kindness, honesty, abiding by the rules and not bending them to fit our needs, being respectful to each other and our blessings this country offers that is truly amazing. And especially get back to God who gave us everything but our desire to follow him. And if we don’t follow HIM our future looks pretty bleak!
Okay these did not scoop out in perfect squares like those in Pinterest pictures but it was a plop of sticky finger-lickin’ yummyness.
3 full trays of happy for the NYC homeless run but of course, was short one!
I honestly believe in every brownie recipe there automatically comes at least one brownie thief..
perhaps to make sure they are not poisoned…
Everyone deserves a treat once in awhile…
Do you ever wonder if this really is how it is for loved ones who have passed on.
That they are really this close…and babies see them..
“Hello today dear one, I can see you and I am this close…”
Ah, what a comforting thought.
Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander, MD is a fascinating read if you ponder this type of stuff to squeak out the last days of summer…
Out walking the evening of the last day of school and came across a newly formed fort blowing in the breeze.
And right then I felt it! Dear summer’s warm winds and calmer days flow through me.
Everyone needs a summer fort.
A place we can “crawl inside” and let the cares and worries of life,
like a force field
bounce off the outer walls.
Not here life!
Not in my fort!
It’s summer time!
I am heading to my fort soon.
Ahhhh, I can’t wait.
Quote from past post Dear Sweet Summer:
Sweet summer does not grant us permission to play, she offers the sunshine, the thunder storms, the fireflies, the diamonds on the water, the firelight, the sunsets, and she offers them gently, sometimes so quietly we don’t even notice. Sweet summer stands with her arms held out to embrace and all we have to do is come running and jump in and play!
“Oh hello my dear sweet summer, I missed you…
“…Have you ever seen a woman with an uglier face than that? I doubt it.
But the funny thing is that …[she] wasn’t born ugly. She’d had quite a nice face when she was young. The ugliness had grown upon her year by year as she got older.
Why would that happen? I’ll tell you why.
If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, [and a bald head] but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”
(Dedicated to L who just lost her hair from chemo)
Dahl, R. (1980). The Twits. London, Great Britain: Mackays of Chatham PLC. Illustrator Quentin Blake. (pp. 12-13)