It is a great time to be young or young at heart. We enjoyed a lovely Birthday Dinner for MJ last evening. Laughter all around. Great food and wonderful fellowship. Our years fly by like a weaver’s shuttle. Berl told me that I would never have time to do everything that I wanted. I have considered just putting the Christmas Tree in the corner of a seldom-used room to have a jump on next Christmas.

We, poor of the land, are content with our sense of place. We may be the kinfolk on the other side of the hill, but we love our hill. We are surrounded by magic. Each day is a microcosm of Heaven. We pass by the diamonds of life to gather fool’s gold.

The Elite of the land know not what they are missing. They operate in a circle of plenty/poverty. Plenty of resources, poverty of empathy.

It is possible to be biased against the rich. We often imagine they have a paradigm for us. Are we the great unwashed, as the saying goes? Many of the powerful care and want to help. Imaginations ruin relationships.

Communication is the key to understanding. Often, what is in our heads does not reach our hearts. It is difficult to hate someone you know.

Listening is a lost art. Listening opens understanding.

‘I was looking out the humongous picture window and saw all manner of my fellow travelers,’ Neva J said. ‘There were all colors and creeds and no religion walking by the panorama on display,’ Neva J noted. ‘The poor beggar walked hand in hand with the richest man,’ Neva J smiled. ‘The Americans had a picnic on the ground with Russians and Chinese folks…and their food was diverse and delicious,’ Neva J laughed. ‘Tanks were rusting in the background,’ Neva J whispered. ‘The girl with no legs was carried by a group of women from the prosperous apartments in Manhattan,’ Neva J said. ‘The President opened the new ballroom to house the homeless, and their food was catered to them by the White House Staff,’ Neva J continued.

‘What miracle has been wrought to produce such a change in the hearts of men and women,’ Jane said. ‘How have the cold hardened hearts of many melted in the presence of love,’ Jand continued. ‘A change has happened…a change indeed,’ Jane exclaimed!

‘The symphony is ready to start,’ Chet said. ‘We call it Renewal In A New World.