I wonder and wander. I worry. All the signs of growing older, deep sigh. I should be writing in a notebook, instead of complaining to my fans. But maybe my fans feel the same way and I need to reach out and touch someone with these random thoughts.
I have felt better since I got back to my exercise regimen as well (thanks to eBay, I found the routine that they took off YouTube recently, leaving me high and dry and without a workout that helped my aching back).
Nothing like getting back to routine. Coffee, notebook writing. I read in a creative writing book that you should write 3 pages, even if you have nothing to say, keep writing, it will come out. And it does. Admittedly, I write every other line, sometimes large into two lines, like when I was a child. Try it, it’s fun!
I also started a prayer book. Bought this fantastic little blank journal that reminds me of prayer books of the Tudor queens, and it has been blank, now being slowly filled by me, with the prayers and thoughts of the Divine, and only that. My traditional college bound lined notebook for normal everyday life. I have a few prayer books, but they are little $1 notebooks. It’s always good to review, choose a few, and add to the prayer book.
I digress.
I was scrolling through Facebook. Ah, Facebook, that random, ever so shallow (my own opinion) social media giant. I post things to sell, which never sell, I “like” and “love” and end up blocking (some things). I follow all the recipes that I can never cook as they all contain heavy cream and sugar, things that I need to avoid! And the politics! I shudder. It’s all about divide and conquer and separate us from the love of one another. I found a post where they are stating the Holocaust never occurred. Interestingly enough, I was just reading a book last night written by a man who was a mere boy in Hungary, and how no one believed the old man who escaped to tell them to get out, leave while they could. The community ended up at Auschwitz. He did not know he would never see his mother again. His father’s eyes became empty. I am halfway through this little book, a book of history, so we can learn that human life is valuable after all.
I hate war. I think it is wrong. So this really challenges me. People die at the hands of others constantly. It cannot be helped because there are crazy people in power and they have insane thoughts about who has the right to live, and who has the right to die. Soldiers come back, if they come back, and have PTSD (or shell shock they used to call it). We don’t take care of them. It’s completely mind boggling. They kill either themselves or others and sometimes (mostly?) both.
Back to history. I think we need to leave the books alone. Write others if you must, but leave the recordings of the thoughts of others in tact. They are the history of the human race. One day most of us will be gone, and those picking up the pieces can find them, if they’ve not rotted away.
Completely different subject but I’m addressing it anyway in my random thoughts. Plastic. Get rid of it. I had a couple of red peppers and put them in a plastic bag to transport home and forgot them. Next day they had already started to rot as they could not breathe. They make paper bags out of specially grown paper trees. Let’s use them! Or get cloth bags, we have started our own collection of cloth bags for this very purpose. Meanwhile the garbage barges float in the ocean. Who knows what chemicals flit through the air.
Me? I need to go exercise now. Thanks for reading. Wouldn’t it be great if all my fans would like this page, comment, and comment well so I can add your comments to this blog.
This old lady rambles!
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