Another lovely day in Little Egypt. Fall is definitely in the air. Hope is wafting on each breeze. Giant City is reborn. People are everywhere. Busses kids and cars are double parking to find their sense of place. This is Woods Walking Weather.

Thoughts are keenly clear. Sweaters will soon appear. What will we do for Black Friday where will we go? Brock and Marcy are coming. They have a new little dog, Bonnie. She is beautiful. Affection rises as sap in a tree. The need to care for each other and bind the brokenhearted. Right words are rare as hensteeth. Wisdom is precious.

What is hidden in the heart is known to the bearer. Love is a splendor thing, but it is difficult to realize in a climate of confusion. How do we,’ reach out and touch someone…reach out and just say hi.’

Words are filtered through our aural machine. We assign meaning. At times obtrusive and obstructive meaning. The speaker cares. The speaker expresses love concern and hope for reception from the listener and results that encourage the person being spoken to. Communication is hard.

Reruns of the Sopranos Series on HBO played last week. Seventeen years since the last season. Where does the time go? The actors looked older. This watcher looks older as well. The Sopranos was groundbreaking television. We rooted for the antihero. We felt his pain. He was a family man whose Mafia business was what he did for a living. He saw a therapist regularly. His therapy sessions caused him to have more empathy than we were used to for The Mob. Tony Soprano was a cruel man who could be loving. I have always loved shows about La Cosa Nostra. The Sopranos is one of my two favorite television shows. I identified with the show in some of the most difficult times of my life when we were caring for my mother who suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease. Life seemed so difficult that somehow Tony Soprano’s life seemed appropriate…

Easy it is to render advice regarding hard times. Harder it is to live through them. Advice is hollow coming from those who do not understand what they are speaking of.

We humans are made of dirt and water. We are mud creatures. We contain good and bad. Our motives are mixed. Yet God says that we are fearfully and wonderfully made…

As the Mob said on the Sopranos let’s give each other a Pass…

We are complex creatures. We do not understand what is happening in each other’s lives. Pithy Parables do not suffice for inner turmoil. People smile on the outside and cry on the inside. Tony Soprano told Dr. Melfi that he was the Sad Clown…

Patience is a virtue in relationships. Listen then listen more carefully.