If you trotted over here this morning expecting a deep dive into emotions and thoughts and spirituality–you may be disappointed!
Life wants to talk about ordinary stuff today.
Such as our Christmas present to each other. Here is our new CharBroil grill decorated appropriately with three bows atop.
We never surprise each other with holiday presents anymore. We just think of some bigger item we need and purchase it. Wa la! No fuss, no muss, no regrets, no surprises, no returns. It works for us.
We spent a couple or three long hours putting Nut A in Washer F and so forth. We didn’t argue or fuss. It proved a lovely holy-day construction project.
Yesterday WordPress sent notification:
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 12 years ago Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
You are welcome, WordPress, and thanks for the reminder. Has twelve years passed already? I had already blogged for a couple years on another site before settling down here to pass more than a decade. I have not always been regular, but kept coming back after months in offline world. (Usually the disappearing acts coincided with private deep spiritual dives.)
Sometimes in the mornings, our coffees in hand, Barry mentions a song from long ago. He used to play bass in a local band–and help with the sound system at our local Aura Jamboree–and sometimes a song will make appearance at our coffee-klatch.
This morning he mentioned “Storms never last”. It is not a song he particularly likes, but he remembers local musicians singing it during the Jamboree. I looked it up on YouTube. After thirty seconds he said, “OK, that’s enough…we can move on…” but I was mesmerized. Maybe some of us need to sing this in 2020?
I poured unsweetened peppermint creamer in my coffee as we continued to chat. That brought up a slogan from childhood chewing gum: Doublemint, Doublemint, Doublemint gum! So we wandered in the hallowed halls of Google and looked at photos of old chewing gum. Does anyone remember chewing “Big Red”? Or “Black Jack”? Or “Bazooka”?
What does any of this have to do with spirituality? the die-hard among you may be asking, shaking your holy-loving heads.
Everything can be spiritual, says I, smiling back. Everything. Simply everything. Blowing bubblegum with ya, snapping it, and walking away into the day with a grin. Until tomorrow!
Day 59 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.