A warm and sunny November afternoon, and I am watching my screensaver and dreaming of all the many long ago times that they represent. Mountain camping and climbing, picnics at a family get together, holiday dinners, orchards blooming, fruit hanging at their ultimate best, daughters digging a garden pool for me, grand children visiting with their own little ones, weddings with friends and family, sons displaying their hunting skills, daughters making the pies that I used to do for them, ocean cruises and the occasional leap of a whale making everyone shout, dogs, dogs, our many favorites over the years, sons always making me proud of their accomplishments in life, little children all involved in their many sports showing their determined faces, Unity friends that will always hold a special place in my heart wherever I am,beautiful flowers for a special occasion, pictures of my parents never to be forgotten, my cousins that helped me to have a happy childhood, and continue to be FB friends to this day, brothers and sisters from all phases of my life, the farmer that is my loving husband, and smiles, smiles, smiles from all of the many people that have been and continue to be a major part of my life and my dreaming.
My screensaver is the history of my life and it gives me great pleasure to see all of you smiling in it.
Sunday afternoon and in the back of my mind I knew that I had goofed up again. I had been given a subject for my writing group for Monday morning and it just didn’t stir me up at all.
The subject was “A Thanksgiving Prayer”. After the weeklong barrage of the airwaves of both TV and the Internet I was having a hard time with it.
You’d think in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave that words would flow freely to me. I have been blessed beyond belief with my life, my family, friends, material goods, and my own inner knowing that God is always wherever I am, and I can cope with most anything coming along. But writing about thanks seemed as if I had said all of the same things before. So I hadn’t picked up my pen, I just put it aside.
This afternoon we decided to go for a short ride thru out the Florida countryside. On the way back we were driving down Highway 98 thru Lakeland, 4-6 lanes, lots of stores on both sides, and lots of traffic. But there is a 3 foot section of pavement directly on the side of the road meant for bikes. To my horror I saw a small family, husband, young son, and a young mother pushing a stroller with a baby in it, walking on the narrow strip. Four people, about a foot from being struck by a car, making their way down the street.
I closed my eyes. What if that were me, I thought, with 2 children, no car, and a husband, walking down the street, taking our life in our hands?
I said to Bob, I am so thankful that isn’t me, and then I realized that I had thought only of myself.
But maybe the woman was just being thankful she had a stroller and a way to go shopping. Maybe she was looking at it in a different way than I had. Where I saw danger, maybe she was just happy they were together.
I learned another lesson today. I prayed for her and for all people making the best of whatever situation they are in. And I prayed that we must never forget to watch out for everyone. It doesn’t matter if we don’t know them. We must all just remember that we are here on this planet together. People, life is too short to forget our humanity.
After being given an assignment for my writing group on the subject of advice I thought about it and all that came to my mind was that I wished that I had never given any advice to anyone whether I was asked for it or not. I can not remember a single time when it turned out well. My perspective on things didn’t usually match with the person I was talking with. Usually they were too polite to say so, fortunately. Hopefully they didn’t even try to follow the advice. I now have just one set piece of advice and it will serve me well if I can only remember it for myself. Here it is, the Golden Rule.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
6:30 in the morning, and I have settled into my comfortable easy chair here in the sunny city of Zephyrhills, Florida, 30 miles northeast of Tampa.
Big deal, right? This is my winter home, as opposed to my summer residence in Michigan. I am noticing today how many things are different down here, yet my life continues on the same path. I still do the same things every day when I get out of bed
The big difference is the temperature, it is 70 degrees early in the morning.
And it is daylight already. That is wonderful, I love it. As I look out the window at my neighborhood along comes one of my neighbors, enjoying his early morning stroll, and he is dressed in shorts and a T-shirt that shouts “Florida.” In Michigan I live on a country road where the cars go whizzing by and it would still be dark. No one walks very much on my country road, it is too dangerous.
The best of both worlds, and I really would hate to have to choose. Just different, and I can enjoy them both. But I know that I am still the same person no matter where I go. Just as long as I have my books, my Internet friends, and my physical and spiritual families, all is well in my world.