The temperature this morning is reminiscent of the first days of autumn. Cool days are the best days. Happiness resides in the heart of the comfortable. Unless you experience a burr under your saddle.

Burrs come in many forms. A co-worker can function as a burr. When you see them you are forced to put on charity. At times charity is an ill-fitting cloak. We want to believe…Lord help thou are unbelief.

We change. We are misunderstood. We grow. Life is learning.

When I was working I sought to make friends with my critics. When I heard a criticism I wondered if even I could be blind to my faults. I discovered that I was. We are closer together than apart.

We all love a picture-perfect day. We wonder why our social interaction can not be peaceful and burr-free.

‘War is over over if you want it War is over now.’ John Lennon

Is it picture perfect that we desire, or a platform for our idiosyncratic views and a few of the faithful to listen and applaud our musings?