Sunday meanderings of the mind . . .

 

 Some days I sit down at the computer and stare at the screen, and I've got  . . .  nothing.   Nothing to share.   My days pass, more and more frequently . . . in a manner most routine, with not a lot of difference to each day, one way or the other.  There is a certain comfort to be found in days that are routine.   I wake up at the same time, do the same things . . .  eat at the same times, watch the same shows, go to bed at the same time.  One thing follows another and there is not a lot of variance in my hours or doings . . .

Some may think it all a bit boring

but, it's

not
...

 Some people thrive on chaos.  They are not happy unless the air around them is filled with activity and happenings.  I am not one of those.  I don't adapt well to change.  I like the sameness of most things.   I like logging on to the computer and seeing the same thing pop up every day.  I like going onto Facebook and being able to do things the way I have always done them.   I like knowing that the things I need to work for me, are always going to work for me, and never present a challenge.   I like keys that alway do what they are supposed to do.  I like dull.  Whenever something changes, I am in a bit of a kafuffle until I get it sorted in my head.  I find a great comfort in the sameness of things.  I do not enjoy controversy . . .  or tumult . . . or contention.  I don't like my life ruffled . . . or my feathers for that matter.

I like my routine

to just stay the

same 

...

 But they don't.  Things change.  Its inevitable.   Some things go away completely.  Others hover, slowly adapting to a timeline which continues on and on, evolving as time passes . . . you hardly notice the changes, until all of a sudden it dawns on you.  Life is different.  Things have changed, and hopefully, you have grown and adapted with them . . . sometimes the growth is easy and at others  . . .  not so easy.  The trick is to be able to seek out and find the silver lining.  They say there is one in every cloud, but  . . .

sometimes I'm  

not so

sure

...

 Sometimes you want to yell at the sky like Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof . . .  "Once in a while couldn't you just choose someone else to love!" Some silver linings are very hard to find.  Some silver linings take a lifetime to discover, to understand, to comprehend.  Some silver linings seem to remain eternally elusive.  But faith makes it possible to keep moving forward.  To keep hoping.   To keep trusting.  Sometimes my faith is very strong . . .  and other times not so strong.  That's when I need help . . .  when the faith of others helps to carry me.  We are all in this together.  What is the point of it all, if we do not reach out . . .  to give and sometimes take . . . to love and to be loved . . . to help and . . . to be helped.  To lift and . . .  to be be lifted.  To seek . . and to . . . be found.

Like a butterfly we

strengthen our

wings with

trials 

...

 Like strong medicine, some things are bitter to the taste . . .  and yet . . . they are for our own good.  We just like to have a spoonful of sugar to help it go down, but . . .  that is not always possible.  Sometimes we just have to grin and bear it.  Again faith  . . . it can help the bitter to taste almost sweet.  In our weakness we can be made strong.  In our unbelief, we can oftimes find belief.  A few bumps in the road can often make us feel like we are careening off onto the verges and losing control.   Sometimes we feel like the coyote chasing the road runner . . . all of our honeypots turning into anvils, but like the coyote we just keep on chasing and that anvil keeps falling on our own heads instead of someplace else.

Or at least it

can seem

that

way

... 

 

I know this to

be true

...

I worked hard all day yesterday, writing, writing, writing.  It felt good.  We ordered pizza in for supper. We hardly ever do that.   Pizza is not Todd's favourite thing, but then I reminded him he forgot about Valentines day . . . haha.  I don't often play the guilt card, but sometimes, well  . . .  I'm only human.  Cold pizza for breakfast.   I love it.

Have you seen Susan Branch's new post?  She went to Vermont, my favourite place on earth.    I am reading her last book again, for the third time.  It never gets old . . .

A thought to carry with you through the day  . . . 

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˛*"What would you attempt to do 
if you knew you could not fail?" 
~Dr. Robert Schuller    •。★★ 。* 。

Spiritual Enlightenment

 

Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Bread Pudding with a Vanilla Sauce.

Have a great Sunday!  Hope it is a relaxing and sweet day for you.  Don't forget along the way  . . .

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And I do too!