“Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.” ~ Oscar Wilde
“An old Celtic proverb boldly places death right at the center of life. ‘Death is the middle of a long life,’ they used to say. Ancient people did things like that; they put death at the center instead of casting it out of sight and leaving such an important subject until the last possible moment. Of course, they lived close to nature and couldn’t help but see how the forest grew from fallen trees and how death seemed to replenish life from fallen members. Only the unwise and the overly fearful think that death is the blind enemy of life.” ~ Michael Meade
“Why couldn’t two unhappy people refresh each other on their way through this dusty business of life by a little talk—real, natural talk, about what they felt, what they would have liked, what they still tried to hope?” ~ Elizabeth von Arnim
Seeing that Basset hound honking the car horn repeatedly yesterday really set my “meaning of life” musings on their ear. I mean, really?! Her furless dad was heading into the store. She was in the driver’s seat, feet up on the steering wheel, honking away. The man turned around to look, then told the man next to him, “That’s odd, she usually just bays”. It’s the little things, right? Not only was the man’s deadpan humor perfectly delivered, the wild look of joy in the dog’s smile simply blew me away.
“Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box . . . religion is a smile on a dog” ~ Edie Brickell
There is so much I could write about today, but I like to mostly steer away from politics. Mostly. It’s an unusual Sunday in that I have to work today. No biggie. Work has been great fun these days. Hard, yes, but fun. The benefits of working with funny people are incalculable. Lucky me. I just took my neck brace off after having it on since I got home from work last evening. Ouch. The aching is slowing me down. And making me groan and sigh a lot. I ordered a professional cervical collar to see if that might provide more relief than the brace I have, by immobilizing the vertebrae for an hour or two after work. We shall see. I have to keep reminding myself that this neck stuff is one price I paid for the NDE journey that happened when I had the bike accident; it gave me not only neck issues, it gave me PTSD as well. So, I am achingly grateful for the whole thing. Sigh. And afraid all the time. When I question why I tell myself to hold the question and don’t expect an answer, because the answer is simply me sitting here asking why. And my Guardian Spirit just softly giggles.
All is well. Goof gloriously.