Most of you know that I have a Meetup group for women close to my own age. We are a menopausal bundle of joy, and the group’s only goal is to have fun and to be active. There are many other groups all over the world, Meetup.com offers something for anybody.
“And where,” Socrates smiled, “is the universe?”
“The universe is well, there are theories about how it’s shaped…”
“That’s not what I asked. Where is it?”
“I don’t know – how can I answer that?”
I wasn’t born to clean. I was born to live, laugh and create. That at least was the plan, and then I got married to a man with a selective vision. It’s fascinating how it works, one minute he sees just fine, the next he can’t see dirt or dust.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
“It’s hypocrisy to call yourself a Christian and chase away a refugee or someone seeking help, someone who is hungry or thirsty, toss out someone who is in need of my help,” he said. “If I say I am Christian, but do these things, I’m a hypocrite.” Pope Francis, 2016
It is the truth. I think I don’t have it all together, there seems to be a major piece missing. The filter, the one, that goes between brain and mouth, I must have lost it. It’s gone.
Politicians are public servants. The President of the United States is the commander-in-chief of the Military. He is not my commander-in-chief, we are not at war, and I am not in the army. Civilians don’t have a commander-in-chief besides their spouses -but that’s a subject for another time.
I often forgot the time when I was a child when I was playing or reading. More than once did I run home hours after lunch or dinner had been served.
Wish I could have made it to Washington, but could only attend the march last weekend here in Ohio and it was inspirational. “Women’s rights are human rights.” You touch…
I don’t have much to say today. Just wanted to share a poem that is dear to me.
