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Joy

  • Heaven on Earth

    March 9, 2010

    • “Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” ~ Henry D. Thoreau   Although I’ve heard the expression ‘Heaven on earth’ many times, it was only yesterday that I realized how easily we misinterpret its meaning.   While I buy into the concept that to get to the light at the end of the tunnel one must first go through the tunnel, I also feel that the road has been particularly ...
  • We're Not Going to the Academy Awards Tonight

    March 7, 2010

    • We were planning to - our invitation still sits on the desk in the "to be answered" pile. I guess I had better move it.  I love going to the awards. Some people who go regularly, find it a bore or pretend they do. I guess some people think it is  cool not to admit that one finds anything exciting. But I do find it exciting. I love all the industry events we go to - since we're pretty ...
  • Do You Love

    February 27, 2010

    • Do You Really Love?My Spiritual friend, do you light a lover’s fire for your significant other?  Do the ashes of desire for them remain when the flames begin to abate?  If you were to see a family member whom you have not seen for sometime, although you know they exist, hug and kiss them; speak with them, catching up in all the past events?  Yet, so it is, that we mill about in our life and ...
  • Why?

    February 26, 2010

    • If any of you have read my blog, then you may wonder: why am I writing this? Maybe you're thinking, why am I going on about myself all the time? Maybe you don't like what I write about. Do you think what I'm writing is random? I don't particularly mind. That may sound stuck up, but it's true. You see, generally I am a person that keeps people at arm's length. I am not one of those people with ...
  • I've got the Joy!

    February 12, 2010

    •         “Joy”…What a cute little word.  In the Christmas story, the angel said “I bring you good news of exceeding joy”! I hope you can experience this exceeding joy like never before. In 1st. Peter 1:3-9  you will read the words “rejoicing” and being filled with an “inexpressible joy”.  Inexpressible – “unable to truly put into words how you feel”. How can one ...
  • Know Enough to Clap

    February 1, 2010

    • February 1   Know Enough to Clap     If I know I’m happy I can clap my hands, but if I’m happy and I don’t know it, what then?  Will my face display tell tale signs without whispering a word of it to my mind?  Will I whistle a happy tune therefore revealing my inner state?  If I can’t demonstrate my reality does it cease to exist?  Does my retarded ability to reflect my emotion ...
  • why facebook

    January 22, 2010

    • At the dawn of human language in the time of limited food resources, secrets were important for survival. (I hope it doesn’t come to that for the world again, but consider Haiti right now.) Of course I am not so foolish as to not believe, AS TO NOT BELIEVE, secrets remain important today, otherwise we would not have corporate secrets and trade secrets, gossip magazines would go bankrupt, et ...
  • I begin again

    January 15, 2010

    • I love the world this afternoon. As I drove out from town I noticed every tiny bit of world that I encountered. Everything thrilled me like a fresh discovery. I don't  know if the acupuncture needles went deeper than I thought they had. If the tiny pricks that heralded the needles entry into the back of my head and nape were misleading. I lay face down and saw nothing only the blue carpet on ...
  • Question

    January 14, 2010

    • What is your question—the one aimed at joy in your life? You could say, I think, that                       the hit song “What’s it all about Alfie?”from the movie with Michael Caine some 40 years ago                       is a start.                       But that’s about it. I believe your question,like mine,is yours ...
  • Specks

    January 14, 2010

    • January 14  Specks     Spectacles are for specks; tiny things that must be watched.  Commotion is nothing but a congregation of minutia with an audience. How many small things do I strain my eyes to see; then seek help to pursue further?  Some of these are put on display fishing for voyeurs.  Others are secreted away only to be ferreted out through magnification.  Whether curiosity or ...