All around me
Michael Dillon, dropped by last night. It was good to see him, he had
been out on the road discovering America and discovering himself in the
process. We talked about many things, and one of the things we talked
about was, “What would a sign have to be, to convince us that God is
taking an active interest in our lives?”.
We spoke of the signs that accompany great changes in our circumstances and the world as we see it.
How can we know the signs are real?
really matter in the overall scheme of things in this big, wide, world
that we live in, whether we feel the signs are real or not.
can be found in accepting that they are real, and there for us to
notice. It’s similar to looking at a cloud and seeing a puppy, or just a
cloud. It will be a cloud either way, but it’s more memorable to see a
puppy in the sky.
that the signs are there all the time and it’s up to us to notice them.
In other words, once I accepted that there are signs in my life that
help direct me towards the higher path, I began to see that they are all
Today, when I went out to start the Buick, the battery was too low to make it go.
that to be a sign. Sure I knew the battery was low after driving in the
the rain, using the windshield wipers and headlights the same time for
three or four days in a row, but I took it to mean that my time would be
better spent right here at home.
this sign wasn’t a life and death directive, but it’s my observation
that not all signs are there just for dire circumstances. Sometimes it’s
as simple as, “The light is shining on these flowers, take some
pictures, you will be glad you did”.
I didn’t have to
stay home. Some of my neighbors would have been happy to give me a jump
start. But I considered this to be a sign and I think that was a really
good choice, considering the quality of these pictures.
I haven’t decided
about tomorrow yet. But then again that’s tomorrow and I don’t have to
decide tonight. These are the kind of things that I’m learning as I get
older and don’t feel compelled to constantly have to go somewhere. I’m
right where I belong.
just before sunset, the clouds that had obscured Mt Lassen, dissipated
and the sun shown on the snow. One of my new neighbors saw me pointing
the Lumix and observed that the fall colors in the leaves were
beautiful. I agreed, and added that I was using them as a frame
for pictures of Mt Lassen. I think she will ‘get the picture’ when she
sees this image;
some of us residents had a ‘family’ Thanksgiving in the Treehouse
dining room. Peggy Richardson and I provided some music while the Turkey
finished being roasted. It was a good thing we did. The Turkey didn’t
get finished on schedule, so we entertained for a couple of hours to
keep the natives from getting restless.
a Scrabble game to pass the time after we ran out of songs we had
worked out, so the hungry neighbors stayed busy while I packed up the
Hungry ‘natives’ await the feast.
was judged to be ready to eat just in time to prevent an uprising, and
everyone enjoyed their favorite thanksgiving delicacies.
Today’s Relatively Appropriate Song;
The Only Planet We’ve Got