Fireside III
It is to the Village Square that the townspeople come to exchange views and thoughts on their beloved spiritual philosophy, learning from each other in kindness and wisdom. Then when their minds have been filled, they retire to the tavern on the western side of the square where they share in social discussion, learning of each other’s events and challenges, happinesses and sometimes sadnesses, too. With a mug or glass in hand, they collect in front of the great Fireplace that dominates the long wall. Benches and chairs are often filled on market day with those who have come from farther away, bringing news of events and views the local people delight in hearing.
If you are feeling disoriented by all the philosophical talk by the fountain in the Village Square, then come sit down on the bench here with us for a while just to soothe your mind and share a mug of tea or coffee. Let’s all make sure the conversation is quiet and simple, caring and thougtful, exactly the kind of talk you might have around a warm hearth, the only light filling the room coming from the fireplace.
This is the third installment in the Fireside discussion series. After we reach 900 comments, the page takes too long to load on your computer, and so we start another fresh page. To review previous discussions, we keep the old pages (Fireside I and Fireside II) which you can find under the ‘Village’ tab on the navigation bar at the top of screen under the image of the tree.
Wow guys i’ve just caught up with the Fireside posts… It’s so heart-warming as always to feel the love here …I’m so glad you are in much better health dear Kendall…big loving hugs to all xoxooxox
Gravatars: I have a few options to play with for the default settings when someone doesn’t post a photo, and this is one possible display. It is generated by the wordpress platform – we can’t choose the images. There are some other options but they don’t look very nice, I think.
hmmmm, ok, i liked that. Looks like a palm frond outside my window.
an abstract palm frond, that is.
I tried the gravatar thing once and the internet faries were not with me so it didn’t work and I just did not get back there. I’m okay with the silhouette or this new pic of solidness and space.
silly ole internet fairies !
Dog Day Afternoon
A few days back, a car pulled into our gravel and dirt driveway. A woman I would guess to be at least ten years older than myself, making her about seventy years old, told my wife Sharon and I about a dog that was just hit by a car. She was sure it was a corgi, and she and a young girl of about 14 or so who was riding with her, wasn’t sure if the dog was dead or alive. I was outside cutting grass and we have over an acre that we cut, which we do with a push mower. Sharon usually does the lion share of the cutting, but this particular time I was busting my butt so she didn’t have to do so much. She worries about my health, I worry about hers. What you gonna do!
The house we live in is an old 19030’s white farm house with green trim. We ended up here ten years ago, we needed to find a home closer to Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh, so our daughter Kaitlyn who was fighting cancer would have quality care. (Katliyn is fine and going to grad school in September) The woman who pulled into our driveway drove a great big white Caddy. She had what I like to call alligator skin. It was rough and overly tan and her hands and arms were bedecked with jewels. I liked her from the get go, she had money and she wasn’t going to apologize to no one for it. She and her young companion, probably her granddaughter were upset.
What ended up happening was Sharon went inside to call the local vet and the animal rescue league. The vet had a practice less than five minutes away. We live on a horse farm, and ten years ago it was just trees and beautiful grassy hills. Now, we have about 20, million dollar plus homes to the right of us, and a 72 condo unit to our left. So any who, I left our little house on the prairie to hike up a hill that just had new tar laid over the old bumpy rough road. The bottom line was we now had a race track.
It was in the upper 80’s and the heat, and haze as well as the new tar smell had taken me in to a different world. One, where at the end of my journey would be an injured and hurt little dog, if I was lucky, or perhaps a lifeless one if I wasn’t. I moved of the hot tar road and walked in the not so small ravine to the right of it. I was sweating quite a bit and was getting close to the top of the hill. I was starting to think someone had taken the dog away when I saw a little brown and white corgi lying on the hot road.
I walked over to the little body and was 90% sure it was dead. I stood and looked at the little animal that no doubt was a part of some peoples life, and knew there was hurt ahead for the family of this young dog. Before I lifted the little one, I said a little prayer. I asked simply that the family realize that their pet didn’t suffer. More than that I couldn’t do. I knew all the rest, the feeling of loss and helplessness, and of lack was part of this crazy dream and they weren’t going to be able to escape it. I picked up the now lifeless body of the dog and laid it out on a large piece of plastic that I brought. I put the dog in the ravine where it wouldn’t be hit again. I pulled a corner of the plastic over the dogs face. I was going to close it’s eyes but the one was bulging out. I didn’t want that to be the first thing one of the owners of the dog saw.
I will end this little story as I don’t know yet the end out come. You see, this was just the other day and on the following day the ravine was filled in with large gravel. The plastic was still there according to the woman who first stopped to tell us about the dog, but the dog was gone. Did the owners pick the dog up, or is it destined to be left by the side of the road in a gravel grave?
On my way home I was surprised to find I had teared up. I had to blink tears away, but something was different. I stood quite for awhile and felt a chill, it is the same one I am feeling as I write this now, almost a presence. My tears were ones of love. It wasn’t the loss but the capability we have to love and for love and to be loved that moved me so. Love wins out over all in the end, for God is Love, and as we all know dog spelled backwards is God!
God bless us every one
lawrence
PS: I carried you all close to my heart this psst year. How could one not, who has felt the sincerity of your love and returns it. I heard it through the grapevine that I was to start with a story. I said to Sharon I didn’t know what to write. She told me to tell you about the dog. It is good to be back in my home away from home.
Lawrence !!!! — a rush of happy tears in my eyes now, signifies to me how much i love you !! (:
hugs, bro !! (:
a
Oh Lawrence how wonderful that you have come home ! Welcome and big loving hugs XOXOXOOXO
And also, Lawrence – happy Birthday ?? (:
I think today’s the day, right ? You and my son will always share a half-birthday (well almost, my little boy turns 6 months old in a couple of days (: — fatherhood is unexpectedly fulfilling, if I might add to a veteran like yourself (:
Dog bless us everyone.
Welcome back Lawrence!
“I said a little prayer. I asked simply that the family realize that their pet didn’t suffer. More than that I couldn’t do.”
There it is ~ the gem in the story.
Welcome Back Lawrence and a gentle hug to Sharon. So good to feel your love and light.
Much love always,
Annie
re: gravatars
not sure I want wordpress choosing the gravatar design.
the silhouette of a person surrounded by light doesn’t bother me now that katrina put a spin on it (: I was just using the gravatar to engage with a*
It was something to talk about other then returning home.
I guess I’m doing the same thing now talking about the gravatar design wordpress offers.
Beam me up Scottie !
{{{Lawrence}}}
I tear up too
—
did you hear our waves all over the world for you?
*now that was story that brought you very close to us. We have missed you so.
This reminds me of Lawrence’s words:My tears were ones of love. It wasn’t the loss but the capability we have to love and for love and to be loved that moved me so.
Aimless Love
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.
The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.
No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.
No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.
But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.
After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,
so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.
~ Billy Collins ~
(Nine Horses)
{{{{Lawrence}}}} Glad to see you back here again.
{{{{Lawerence}}}}Your story and your return to our home away from home have filled me with a deep peace, love, and a kind of longing. Annie and Nina spoke to some of the moving peices you wrote that I too loved. Nina’s offer of Billy Collin’s poem helped resolve my longing and I’m just loving that poem and intend to share it with those who will love it so too. I’m so happy you’re back. You returned on the day of the Lunar Eclipse. A friend sent me some info on this which I will paste below this last personal bit. You’ve often offered an astrological snapshot ans so I include this for your and anyone else’s possible interest.
I’ll be driving to meet up with my daughter Lasya and grandaughter Kailea at a campground in Lake Tahoe this Sunday am. They will both be coming from having driven from their home in Southern Oregon (Phoenix) to a swim meet Kailea is competeing in Nevada. We’ll be there for three nights, which will include the Solstice and spend most of the next day there enjoying it before each returning home. I’m really looking forward to it and will have all of you in my heart up there while I’m with them. Love you all dearly xox Michele
The Potent Eclipses of 2011
In addition, 2011 will have an extremely rare aggregation of complex coded eclipses. There will be a total of 6 eclipses in 2011, and 3 of these will occur in a 30 day phase between June 1st and July 1st. This period will be punctuated by the June Solstice.
Mid Year ‘Eclipse Triad”
The powerful mid year “Eclipse-Triad ” occur on :
(1) June 1 (2) June 15 (3) July 1.
The three occur exactly 15 days apart. It is two partial solar eclipses , sandwiching a full moon lunar eclipse. Barely enough breathing room, so get ready for a powerful ride. All of this is punctuated by an extremely powerful Solstice on June 21st.
Whilst the two ‘outer eclipses’ of the Triad, are partial solar, do not think that their energies are lessened by the fact that they are not full eclipses, the energy of all 3 will be extremely potent, and felt by the entire planet, whether visible or not from your specific vector on the planet. The energy will encircle the globe and effect each of you.
The June 1st solar eclipse is the beginning, and truly the energy of each of these events has an intersecting field that expands energetically from 3 days prior and 3 days after the eclipse.
The Energies:
The energy pattern of the Triad is around release, healing and reconstruction.
June 1 : Release and cleansing, release of old energy patterns. Patterns that may be ingrained, even hidden. A reformation of relationships into greater honesty & clarity.
June 15 : Healing through acceptance of Facing the Challenge, and being true to SELF. Reformation of agreements into greater impeccability & liberation from ‘one-way’ affiliations.
July 1: Strength and Completion of the ‘New You’. Not only visualizing the attributes and events you wish to create, but taking requisite actions, steps forward to manifest them.
The mid summer solstice ( mid winter below the equator) is the amplification energetic flow of all of these. And in 2011 it adds a unique energy that calls forth the initial opening for the mega potent 11-11-11.
I think that poem Nina, is the perfect partner to Lawrence’s story..
Michele i hope you have a lovely time with Laysa and Kailea xoxoxoox
Sharing a strange experience before i go to bed: Norwegian broadcasting is showing a five day-night non-stop television from our main cruise ship Hurtigruta (“The fast course”) following the Norwegian coastline. Second by second. Following it a marvel – no sounds, no commentaries, no songs – just little notes now and then where we are – and the sounds from the sea. I have a link here – with lots of spaces – vERY meditative, and it feel like taking the trip myself ( I never visited North of Norway – yet.) Right now, I feel I am that boat – following a known track back to True North
http://nrkdotno / hurtigruten/
A strange experience before i go to bed: Norwegian broadcasting is showing a five day-night non-stop television from our main cruise ship Hurtigruta (“The fast course”) following the Norwegian coastline. Second by second. Following it a marvel – no sounds, no commentaries, no songs – just little notes now and then where we are – and the sounds from the sea. I have a link here – with lots of spaces – vERY meditative, and it feel like taking the trip myself ( I never visited North of Norway – yet.) Right now, I feel I am that boat – following a known track back to True North
first the //then the h and then the two tt and the p://nrkdotno / hurtigruten/
Natti natti our beloved Nina …how gently the boat rocks… love from Winken xoxoox
P.s.Blinken and Nod are snoozing in their hammocks
Ahh…have felt the Presence slip away these past few days…can’t be It…it’s
me losing connection. But then…I come here and find Lawrence…good to see you, Friend. So glad that you are back. (Happy Birthday!) And I read a love poem and hear everyone chat back and
forth. So comforting…and connects me back to where I need to be.
Thanks, Everybody!
Hugs!
I had a dream last night that I was being flunked out of nursing school. Apparently, I had been enrolled, had sort of skated over some of my attendance in the first term, and was being shown the door, politely, as the new term started. I was kind of embarrassed, but thinking I could start over later on. Then I woke up. I remember thinking as I was waking, that the studying was going to be hard, so it was a good thing I was not going to have to do it, and I didn’t feel bad. I was actually relieved about that. I think this has something to do with the Journey thru the Workbook’s huge daily reading offerings (yes, NOT assignments). An 11 page commentary takes me at least 110 minutes, so it is not uncommon for a day to have 90 min to 2 hrs ‘assigned’ readings. Michele, I believe you are being far more reasonable about this, and taking it as it paces with your life.
Where else to sing joyously for Zafu’s miracle? Lawrence’s tale of heat and helping? Michele’s reminder of our sharing the cosmic situation? Winnie’s wanderings? Nina’s cruise ship discovery? (Hope it encounters the Aurora!)
Anyway, where else on earth could I write about my funny dream, and find people who care as much as me about Ken’s commentaries?
As usual, and like it never paused, Lawrence, you voice “the capability we have to love and for love and to be loved that moved me so.”
Blessings abound! Where are you, Lisi??
And here is Ken’s little affirming contribution from today’s readings:
Every loving thought held in any part of the Sonship belongs to every part. It is shared >because< it is loving. Sharing is God's way of creating, and also yours. (T-5.IV.3:1-3)
Thank you “a” for welcoming me back. I missed you little brother. I am very happy for you you wife and your little one. I used to love to watch our children sleep when they were your sons age. they are some of the miracles this dream world contains, and we are the better for it. Thanks for the birthday wishes.
Winnie I welcome your hugs and have thought of my brave sister and her one woman traveling home more than a few times, God bless.
Bernard God is a big old Golden Retriever silly with Love. Good to be back Mr. Mayor Sir. You know, if all towns and villages had mayors like you there would be peace on earth.
Annie, I will pass the gentle hug on to Sharon. I missed the way you edged me on, like writing a story for instance. I know, someone else gets the blame this time but she had a conspirator.
Nina, how I missed you. I am glad you liked my story, it was last minute writing. The poem “Aimless Love” I will be sharing with my other family. We do live in the present moment love, so let your light shine. I know when you do for there is a rainbow over the village.
Pam, thanks for the welcome back. I missed your deep thinking and big heart. I hope all is well with you and yours. Much love
Michele, thanks for the info. A quick observation, I think “a mentioned going to Lake Tahoe and your meeting your family there and our daughter just got back from there. I think the last time I heard mention of that was on Johnny Carson. I will have to ask kreskin. Peace
Laura, I almost sent a birthday horoscope to you on the 11th but I wasn’t certain that was your birthday. “connects me back to where I need to be” your words but all of us, I think feel that way. It was hard staying away, but the world got in my way. Missed you, let me know which day it is, when you get a chance.
Katrina, it was you who was responsible for my late night story writing. I thank you love, I kind of needed to write.
God bless us every one
I love you all, but I can’t wait to hit the pillow!
Dear Katrina, about the commentaries of Ken to the days lesson – all that time. Myself, I subscribe to Myron Jones’ blog on Yahoo. She blogs about how she meets the text and uses it each day. Its very down to earth, and for me , immensely helpful. If you blog her, her website comes up first,. and when you get in there, there is a blue stripe at the top where it among many other thing says “my daily lesson.”
Myron is my pearl, and has help me see what the lessons are about. I can’t praise her enough. She really walks the talk. If anybody find it to time-consuming to read the long ken-commentary each day, you might like this.
Happy Friday!
I’ve joined the virtual cruise up in Norway. Loving it!
{{{Hugs to All}}}
I can’t seem to make the link to the virtual cruise work. What’s up?
http://www.hurtigruten.com/live
A Belated Hug Love and Comforting for Winnie back when you asked for them.
Same for you Nina and your not that long ago request. I read your at least a week ago post Winnie last night.
I’m resolved to check in far more often, it’s just too wonderful here. Nina/Katrina…re the 12 pages, yes it’s true bout the time it takes, and there is the part of me that would like to be “caught up and on the same lesson with everyone”. I ‘ll have to check out your Myron pearl Nina.
Lawrence…what was your daughter doing in Tahoe? Funny how Johnny Carson defines an era that we shared. I can still picture Bette Midler singing her goodbye song to him sitting on his desk.
Oh…the Gary Renard talk last night June 16 at 6pm pacific standard time was really great (I listened live by phone, but will email you all the link that is good for 48 hrs after it.
Zafu… is it ok if I copy and paste your story about your son and the poem post that accompanied it and send it to some friends of mine?
Have a great weekend everyone….Love you all sooo much!
Bernard, I put in some spaces in it – could that be it?
Thank you dearest Michele for the love and hug. I actually just woke up from a bad dream so i needed a hug {hugs Michele bigly back}
I didnt get on Nina’s boat ‘cept in my imagination… dont know how you guys do all the web stuff you do – i am flat out just trying to keep up with the Village and my emails…
But like you Michele i am trying to check in more often
Yes where is our Lisi? – probably silly ole computer problems …..I miss you dear little butterfly..
Katrina thank you for posting your dream. It was like the Ego dream-master wanted you to feel that you “flunked” school, but you woke up to him by realizing that you didnt have to do anything, since nothing happened, and you “didnt feel bad “…. Here’s to you on your journey { swigs a nice hot cuppa}
hi michele … yes, of course … am under the impression that anything written in an online place is already public property … it’s so gracious and kind to be asked! thank you
have been so indescribably happy of late … as it says in wb lesson 12: if you could accept the world as meaningless and let the truth be written upon it for you, it would make you indescribably happy
am not sure how meaningless … am simply aware that I don’t know what it means … and things keep working out in ways way better than I could have imagined
did my long trail walk through the park … the birds and bunnies and butterflies and blossoms and breezes and all make this a beautiful day
am very thankful that jonas knows how to fly … now he just needs to get a bit smoother on the tricky landings
and all is well and all manner of things are well
God Morgen, Nina —
Thanks for the forgiving tip about Myron. I usually read her, too, on smaller reading days. I am just silly determined to read Ken’s stuff. I want to read what he says about the lesson. Sooner or later, I’ll fall behind, like in my dream, and I will be happy wherever I am. And just to mess with me, after hollering out my lament, today was a 3 pager.
SOOOO — with my extra time, I enjoyed a lovely visit to a little town called Molde on my cruise aboard the Hurtigruten! It has a really cool hotel on the wharf that looks like a boat sail, but made of what look like mirrors. And the whole town was out with hundreds of flags, and drum majorettes. Every boat in town escorted the ship. I watched till the sunset – a 2 hr affair. I get why there will be no Aurora — I forgot it needs to be dark!
The whole trip thru the fjords, with all the houses on the cliffs, the Shell gas plant (only non-Norway flag along the way), lighthouse — beautiful sky is a fun thing to see. Great tip!!
Zafu, your gratitude and joy is so firming. That is one of my all-time favorite quotes, indescribable happiness. The ship will be heading up and down the Norge coast for another 6 days, if Jonas is wants some time frittering. I recommend around 2 pm for the sunset.
And now, as it sails into Trondheim, there are hill after hill covered with woods, with these gorgeous farms reaching down to the water. It looks like the green meadows below the Alps, but coming down to meet the water. So beautiful, Nina.
and your joy spills out onto us zafu – no wonder the bunnies and bees love you….
Oh Katrina thank you for sharing about the boat trip…. You have inspired me to check out the link … ‘ceptin’ i cant since i have nearly reached my megabyte limit, but reading your description is surely the next best thing..please keep it up…
I love your devotion to reading Ken. I have all his books except 4, which will soon be on their way, lined up beside my bed and guarded/propped up by my teddy, who incidentally, doesnt do a very good job as chief propper-upperer. That bear just has no backbone { looks vexed}.
p.s. zafu, i made a reference somewhere to Jonas taking after his namesake but then i remembered that it was Jonah, not Jonah who was swallowed by a whale only to miraculously survive…
Big hugs to all xoxooxox
Dear Katrina, thanks for the God morgen, how sweet surprise! I think the boat is just going two or three more days – it ends up in the northest north. I missed Molde, who is a great and BIG Jazz-festival-town, and is called “The town of Roses.”
That was the advertisement for today.- It said in the Morning paper that this boat- site had viewers from the States too – and I thought, Hey, i sent them there! (:
Big hugs to all – and that reminds me to call really loud
L I S I I miss you
Ahh Winnie, thanks for seeing my compulsion as devotion. Yes, it is. And Ken is just trying to give us a thorough study opportunity as we may think we are sailing thru the lessons. It is very obvious that he is asking us (me) to release the ‘requirement’ to complete them in the linear year. ‘Study’ is the opportunity. I’ve done them a number of times, both in the daily in a year format, and one a day starting whenever I did (first time, on the Summer solstice), and also did this workbook as I could, taking 18+ months. This time I just wanted to do it daily, so I can be on the same page with so many of us (Bernie & a* & whomever else). Like reading Jamie’s daily q&a, which I do, too, usually. Anyway, I only have here to bellyache — like the cows across the road around 4pm if the milkers are not around then. Annie, are you still giving it a try? I don’t know how you do it, remember this was one of my ‘positive’ reasons for actually retiring! When my eyes closed over the book on long days last month, I would just go on to the next day’s stuff, and leave the last of the undone pages behind. (My dream’s unspecified skating over the ‘previous term’, I think. A person would probably couldn’t get thru nursing school with a mere 2 hrs of studying a day.) Funny how my dream equated the Workbook with nursing school. I think Annie & Anne are my link there.
Hugs to all and xoxoxoooo too.
Wow – Nursing school!
The Nursing Process IS the life process – fitting!
And ironic – I trained [for Nursing] in the Army –
Battlegrounds and wars and stuff….. belligerence….
Yet – we are all also non-combatants!
Go figure.
And on a personal note – I did not study at all
for Nursing school – once or twice I reviewed….
If that! (:
I started nursing school twice. I never finished coz i was such a restless teenager.. My brother was quick to point out at the time that he knew i wouldn’t, implying i was a failure. My mother said she wasnt surprised coz she knew i had no “stickability”, as she called it.
Anyways the funny thing is, shortly after i married my beloved Scottie, who it turned out needed me to nurse him the whole 22 years of our marriage, and somewhere along the way i chuckled to myself coz privately i knew that i had learnt the most important principles of nursing and was therefore a proper nurse in my estimation and no one else’s mattered..
As regards the Workbook, it’s just never appealed to me that much. I havent done it and am in no hurry to. I found the Course in about 1985. I was in an opshop and there were these 2 lots of 2 big old blue books with the intriguing title. My stepdaughter was with me so we bought one lot each. There was no Manual and explanatory brochures.
After bringing them home, i opened the Workbook and read the very first sentence about the text being “necessary” as a framework to making the lessons meaningful. So i closed the book and didnt open it again, apart from doing the first 95 lessons in 2005.
I liked when i read in the Manual years later, after pinching one { thats another story} that you cant claim the title of “teacher of God” until you have completed the Workbook. I thought to myself – ” good then i wont do it because i dont want to claim that title” My humility was always so important to me….. {chuckles} The ironic thing is i have discovered my humility and need to be little and to belittle myself was all a front to hide the unspeakable arrogance of thinking i could create something superior to Heaven.
So now that i am quite accepting of the arrogance of which i am embodied, i can and will quite heretically assert that the Workbook isnt essential. It’s just a book at the end of the day. “It’s the little willingness” that’s the real workbook.
hugs and kisses to all xoxooxoxo
{ hides behind the bar to avoid being pelted by rotten tomatoes}
I think I get what you are saying Ms. Winnie and I applaud your insight!
A thousand ways to Heaven and yours has no need of the workbook good for you!
So forgive me that I end thos post using the last lines from todays lesson.
“By grace I live By grace I am released.
By grace I give By grace I will release.
Hi Winnie – good reading that… thanks for writing it out. (What’s an opshop ?”)
Americans call them “thrift stores”.
thank you guys for not reaching for the tomatoes { hugs and kisses annie and a*}
. Its just that the WB doesn’t draw me to it and my experience is that I am learning to forgive without it, so I was just drawing a logical conclusion. It could well be that I havent got a clue about practising forgiveness. I havent got a clue about anything else so following that logic, it well may be that I am a closet bliss ninny….I’m definitely some kind of ninny…tee hee
Anywho I have been loving listening to all of you who are doing the Workbook at the moment. Its been impressive and inspiring…….
Incidentally I was tickled pink when Ken said during the Death and Dying workshop that he “absolved us all from doing the Workbook” as long as we just did L5 and L34.
Katrina i love that you wanted to do the WB daily so you could be on the same page as everyone else – hugs xoxoxo
i’d much rather get a hug and a kiss than throw a tomato !! (:
love you Winnie –
ps. Can’t remember where just now but I have this distinct memory of seeing the numbers 534 somewhere in the recent past (24-48 hrs), perhaps a flight number at an airport, and immediately the mind made the association with Ken’s combo L5, L34…. guess there are symbols waiting everywhere I look (:
Hi Winnie~
You are great! Ken says the main purpose of “doing” the workbook is to see our resistance as we forget to do what the lessons tell us! Well…..yes, I can attest to that…lol.
After “doing them” three times – and yes, seeing each time how my “forgetfulness” in doing what the lessons said increased each time, I stopped attempting to “do” them – and now I just read them!
Somehow, that different “mind set” makes a difference in hearing what they say – as there are many pearls of wisdom for me in there. So, that’s a thought too! 🙂
Loved your ponder #333 in the other room too – wow!
Love and Gratitude to all,
melody
yay!…here’s to different “mind sets”…i love you guys xoxooxoxo
FYI
googled blue dots in parking lots and this is from the site britebluedots (dot) com.
“They make for instant bonding in parking lots…”
— Ms. Moderator Fantastico
For those who call themselves Republicans it may cause an identity crisis as its apparently a subtle way to let people know you are a Democrat (:
That one took me a minute, Annie.
I had to google which is a red state and which is a blue state.
And I was ready to throw my blue dot in the trash – depending!
I once called them “blue balls” but that was even worse….
On a larger scale, the world itself is a blue dot….
I found a great little video on the Course and the dream and all-
From the movie trailer…(I’ve never seen the movie)
With a quote from Gary R. – “If your happiness depends on what happens in the dream – you are screwed! … because the dream is going to change… that’s all the dream does!”
But yeah, Annie – once I got “it” – really got it –
I’ve been very happy in my heart, and extremely relieved!
(Knocking on doors of the Villager’s cottages…)
“Hi, sorry to bother you, I was wondering, have you seen anyone wiping apple juice off their face and looking a little smug this morning?” (Someone is gonna tattletale…)
Answers door with python wrapped around shoulders…I have no idea what you are talking about? I think you got the wrong Anne (: