Life tends to interfere with the best laid plans.
Life tends to interfere with the best laid plans.
Ideas come from idle hands.
A single drop of dew
Rests gently on a leaf.
Beauty in a single drop
Though its life is brief.
Soothing rays of sun
Caress that single leaf.
It turns its face towards it
Strong in its belief.
Behold the Hand of God
Within that simple leaf.
And within the warming sun
Without there would be grief.
Can you see yourself
As that simple leaf,
Knowing God’s within you
Strong in your belief?
Everyday reminds you
Time is like that leaf.
Years and years forever
Though it still is brief.
Rest gently in the knowledge
That God will bring relief.
He will stand beside you
Just like that silly leaf.
It’s a funny old word, not widely used but I think we see way too many examples of it every day. The Great Sage GOOGLE says:
“the self-assured hubris among economists was shaken in the late 1980s”
arrogance, conceit, conceitedness, haughtiness, pride, vanity, self-importance, self-conceit, pomposity, superciliousness, feeling of superiority.
I am a big believer in confidence. We need to be confident in our daily activities, in our workplace and in ourselves. But sometimes that confidence becomes inflated and the result is hubris. And the way in which we experience it can sometimes be hilarious.
Have you ever been in a bar and spent your time watching what the other people are doing? Of course, one must do this with at least a beer in hand so as not to appear to be a pervert. Put away your camera phone and I would suggest that you not take notes. As you were watching them, the bartender is quite possibly taking note of you. Try explaining this to the police!
But I digress. In any large group of people, especially where alcohol is involved, they’ll always be at least one peacock. An individual who believes that he, or she, is the pinnacle of human evolution. They will prance, yes I said prance, around expecting adulation. They never for one moment think that they are anything less than perfection.
Some people are able to go through their entire lives believing in their perfection. It is quite sad when reality sets in. But not unexpected. After all, Society is the one who feeds in to this idea of hubris. We don’t let our children see reality. We coddle them and praise them, as we should, but they also need to know that failure does happen. We need to understand failure in order to appreciate success. I read a story many years ago about a grandfather who took his small grandson skating. When they were on the ice the older man lifted his arms and said “fall down” the child did just that. This happened several times in a row and the child asked why his beloved grandfather was making him fall down. The answer was simple: “You need to learn that it’s okay to fall down. When you’re not afraid of failure you can truly succeed.”
Our children need to learn that it’s okay to fail. It is part of the equation which leads to success. You are not ‘less than’ if you don’t succeed the first time, you’re simply on the learning curve. We need to let people, children, know what failure is like. Otherwise we will create a society with way too much hubris and not enough compassion.
The lessons we learn as children mold us into the adults we will become.
Who would I be
If I couldn’t be me?
If the she
That’s not me
Would perhaps be a he
Then the me
That you’d see
Wouldn’t be me.
I think that the me
this moment you see
is probably a she
cuz a he
That is me
Would probably flee
Now please disagree
if too silly you see.
So now I’m a me
That maybe I’d be
If I’m not the me
that I used to be
when looking you’d see
Where would I be
If I couldn’t be me?
Perhaps by the sea.
I’d want to be free
And yes by the sea
Beneath a wide tree
with a glass of ice tea
I think that the me
That still is a she
Has feelings of glee
Don’t you agree?
What would you do
If you couldn’t be you?
Labels are hard to live up to.
Some days I feel like a round peg living in a square world.
I am a big fan of home renovation and decorating programs. One of the trends I find particularly intriguing is that of minimalism. In its simplest terms it is where you get rid of your junk. Now I like the concept but the reality is untenable, at least for me. I like my stuff.
I recently had a friend over to my place and we were talking about decorating and I was explaining the history behind, well, everything. Perhaps it is my nature but everything I own seems to have a story. There are the very heavy bookends that my father bought before I was born. They are horse heads and I’ve always loved them. Or the China horses I collected when I was small child. Of the many I did have only a few have survived the 50 odd years they’ve been around.
Then there are my paintings. I have a lot of them. I actually change them seasonally because I get bored easily. There are the chairs that used to belong to my grandmother or the one chair at my front door that I used for my first attempt at camping. It is a beautiful, hand carved wooden chair that I put a blanket over top of and pretended I was camping. That’s my history.
Of course, the other problem is, I like things. I like pretty things. I like wooden bowls and metal bowls and handmade . . . bowls? Oh my good heavens! I collect bowls! See, pretty creeps up on me. Most of these bowls are bought from a company that engages in Fair Trade. They’re not out to make a big profit for themselves. The artisan that makes the item is paid a portion upfront and then when the item is sold, they get more. I feel good about shopping there. I feel less guilty about buying a unique item that is handmade and, well, pretty.
Would my life be better if I had less stuff? The proponents of minimalism believe so. I’m afraid I don’t. Yes, there is the concept of having too much stuff. Look at any program on hoarding and you will understand. I’m not a hoarder. But I do keep my stuff. I put things into boxes and now and then I pulled them out to exchange them with what is on display now. I like being reminded of my past, of the people that were important to me and that helped to mold me into the person I am today. And, I like my stuff.
Moderation in all things? I disagree. I want an excess of life, love and laughter! How can that be wrong?
Oceans are deep
And rivers are fast
Water has power
The dye then is cast.
No life could exist
No land would be shaped
Through use of that liquid
Our world is landscaped.
We drink it and bathe
Even play on its back
We hide from its power
It takes quite a knack.
Sit back and give thanks
For that drink in your hand
The cells of all life
Through water is planned.
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