It's All About the Journey

Today is your future. Live in the moment!


Gleaning

Intellect, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

“Our intellections are mainly perspective…Each truth that a writer acquires is a lantern which he instantly turns full on what facts and thoughts lay already in his mind, and behold, all the mats and rubbish which had littered his garret become precious. Every trivial fact in his private biography becomes an illustration of this new principle, revisits the day, and delights all men by its piquancy and new charm.  Men say, where did he get this? and think there was something divine in his life. But no; they have myriads of facts just as good, would they only get a lamp to ransack their attics withal…We are all wise. The difference between persons is not in wisdom but in art…”

I could go on, but I won’t.  My encouragement this morning, though, is to light the lamp and start ransacking the attic of my mind, digging for that precious gold:  our treasure of stories, wisdom that we have gleaned based on experience, or non-wisdom!

Please excuse me, I need to light my lantern now…

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Shaking the Soul

Efforts to the inner person….the soul…shake yourself, wake up.  Sometimes the efforts best made are those made mechanically, without thought except for doing my best in the effort I am making.  But the soul….am I doing my absolute best?  Am I taking the time to listen to my innermost part, the part where the God of the Universe dwells….I have instinct to pay attention, but the lateral physical tends to take over, leaving the spirit in the dust.  Picking up those pieces takes effort in this human realm, let me walk away from this instantaneous lifestyle that today’s technology offers so that I can listen to my heart beat, on the inside, to reveal to me who I really am, and what really counts.


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The Fine Art of Anticipation

“Where there is no vision the people perish…Proverbs 29:18”

We live in a world with anticipation.  We anticipate our first date, our second date, our weddings, Christmas (or any other holiday).  I can remember looking forward to Christmas as a child.  The actual event of opening gifts and seeing if Santa brought you exactly what you asked for!

I remember looking forward to my wedding, and a new life.  I look forward to spring, then to summer.  The days are lived out, sometimes it was too rainy, sometimes the bugs (mosquitoes in particular) looked forward to making the event look less enjoyable (camping, I am thinking).

And looking back, I see all the events that I looked forward to with quaint nostalgia.  Going to the movies with my cousin and my sister, eating ice cream sundaes at the local department store, I could go on and on.  I look forward to fun times with my grandchildren, too.  A time of bonding that (hopefully) they will remember with great joy and happy memories.

I look forward to trips:  I’ve been to Wales with great joy over seeing where people live, how people lived long ago.  Each trip is made with a great anticipation of what will come.  Living in the moment, enjoying each adventure, storing up memories to take out at my command.

I look forward to my first movie with my granddaughter this weekend.  I think it’s her first time at the “big screen” and I can’t wait!


Walking a Line

“Always do what you are afraid to do.”

Lest this be taken out of context, this quote is stated from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay on “Heroism.”  It is stepping out and not being afraid of what your fellow man thinks, if you are inspired to do what is right for you.

“never strike sail to a fear.  Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas….be true to your own act.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson


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Below…below…below

0 degrees (the barn)
-4 degrees (downtown)
By the time I was well on my way it dipped to -13 then -15, the Norwich airport (somehow the official temperature readings are always from “the airport” of wherever you may live) read an official -17. According to Yahoo (which errantly was recording a -11 at 2:30 am) the temps should get to 23. Really?
I’m not sure I believe it.
I am thankful for the weather. It’s bright and sunny and white snow and blue skies are smiling at me.


The Flowing Robe of the Soul

Some thoughts find us young, and keep us so.  Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty…See how the deep, divine thought reduces centuries, and milleniums, and makes itself present through all ages.  Is the teaching of Christ less effective now than it was when first his mouth was opened? The emphasis of facts and persons in my thought has nothing to do with time.  And so, always, the soul’s scale is one; the scale of the senses and the understanding it another. Before the revelations of the soul, Time, Space, and Nature shrink away…one of the facts we contemplate is external and fugitive; and the other is permanent and connote with the soul…the soul looks steadily forwards, creating a world before her, leaving worlds behind her. The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.”

The Over Soul, Ralph Waldo Emerson


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One Woman’s Strength…another Book Review

The Other Queen, by Philippa Gregory

I enjoy the way Ms. Gregory writes the thoughts of others, others of so long ago.  It fascinates me that Mary, Queen of Scots (imprisoned at this writing by house arrest and Queen Elizabeth, her cousin) would feel the way she does:

“I am only twenty-six years old and I have lived three lifetimes already!  I deserve the highest place in the world and yet I occupy the lowest.  But still I am a queen, I am a queen three times over. I was born Queen of Scotland, I was crowned Queen of France, and I am heir to the crown of England…I am a queen: different rules apply for queens.  I have had to endure events as a woman that I would never even name as a queen.  I would not stoop to acknowledge them..I will never complain of it.  As a queen my person must be inviolate, my body is always holy, my presence is sacred.  Shall I lose that powerful magic for the benefit of moaning on about my injuries?  Shall I trade majesty itself for the pleasure of a word of sympathy?  Would I prefer to command, or do I long to whimper about my wrongs?  Shall I order men, or shall I weep at the fireside with other injured women?  Of course. The answer to this is simple.  Bien sur.  No one must ever pity me…I cannot be robbed of myself, I cannot mislay my own divinity.  I may be abused but I will always deny it.  Whether I am seated on a throne or wearing rags, I am still a queen…I am ordained, I am chosen by God.  How can they be so dense as to not see it?…I am queen till death.  It is not an office, it is not an occupation, it is an inheritance of blood.”

I enjoy Mary’s take on life.  She certainly had strength of character.  I admire that!  Oh to have just a little of that strength…