A cold front is moving in. Hard freeze is coming with it. Thanksgiving is two weeks from tomorrow. Time for the sweaters. Soon it will be layering time. Leaves on the water are lovely. A meeting of two elements of nature to create a third. Art for the soul.
Memories of the year enter our spirit. The good things flash before our eyes like a kaleidoscope. New Orleans began the year with a boost to our morale. The jazz music and joy revived my soul. The Big Easy has an easy way of living that gives time for reflection and renewal. The Lady Jazz Singer on the corner was a touch of Heaven on Earth. Her lovely face showed the cares of life while her voice was angelic. Or there was the kind bartender who treated us like family.
Life has been good. A reversal brought relief. Joy in life is about the little things…it is all little things. Expand the scope of your thoughts. The diversity of our world is the mystery of it. We need several lifetimes to scratch the surface of our magnificent gift. Narrow views of people are damaging to your heart. Open wide the doors of your experience to the marvels of humanity.
We struggle and strive to show ourselves worthy of Heaven. Do what we learned in Sunday School. Follow the rituals of our church. Many of us stay with our tribe…our group…our people…we fear the unknown. Could it be that the Unknown is where God is? We wait for Godot in our comfortable spaces. We are in our pews on Sunday singing the approved hymns…giving to the church…listening to the sermon…yet no Godot. What if Godot can be found where we do not go?
