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Tree Art (Wordless Wednesday)
A Pilgrims Prayer (Revisited)
Another November is nearly at end and another Thanksgiving is upon us.
And, another revisiting of A Pilgrims Prayer. (Slightly revised from previous version)
A Pilgrim’s Prayer
Once upon a time a long, a long time ago (before Black Friday) Thanksgiving was a celebration of harvest and a time to give thanks.
Those early pilgrims did not have the conveniences we enjoy today, yet somehow they survived.
I didn’t really know any of those pilgrims but I did see a John Wayne movie once. John knew a pilgrim when he saw one. He seemed to know a lot of pilgrims but that was a long time ago too.
I propose we are all pilgrims, each one of us on a journey of sorts; our own personal pilgrimage, if you will.
We are all looking for something. Be it a quest for self-confirmation, truth, a cure, enrichment, enlightenment, comfort, a friend, a lover, a job, a meal, or a place to lay our weary head at the end of another day.
I believe life is a journey, or at least it should be. It would be terrible to think we were just flailing through this experience, killing time on this giant floating gumball, while waiting for the next Black Friday specials.
I believe we all have one destination, though we travel many different roads and I trust that we have choices.
Hopefully we will choose well. On the occasion we take a wrong turn [and we will] I pray we have enough sense and humility to stop and seek direction, to reassess our route and to be considerate in our voyage.
So here’s wishing all of you pilgrims a Happy Thanksgiving and may we all, whatever road we’re on, take time to look ahead, pause, and meditate on the many things we have to be grateful for, put aside our grievances and give thanks.
My personal prayer:
I pray our good seeds of hope, humility, toil and courage produce abundantly; that love and kindness grow wild like the weeds of early spring – fruitful and undeterred. And your harvest be rich with wisdom and discernment.
Wordless Wednesday (Word on the Street)
A Little Visit to The Big Easy
Update on my hiatus.
It had been more than a few years since I visited the Big Easy so it was time to see how she’d changed and stir up a bit of nostalgia and a ghost or two.
After a brief run through the French Quarter and down to Jackson Square [I was on a tight schedule] I must say from what I saw not much has changed. Unless you count the ramp up in police presence. I’ve never seen so many officers of the law in one place – it was kind of scary.
I didn’t have any warrants under my current name so I was like what the heck, let’s party. And we did.
You just don’t know how close I was to taking a ride on this adorable pony. I would have too if that nosy NOPD mounted officer hadn’t threatened to give me a ride to the jailhouse. I stepped up in the stirrup and said okay, lets ride. He called a state trooper in an SUV. My loyal companions intervened and we ran.
We laid down on the street, pretended to be passed out and they rode right past us. We’re so clever.
Wordless Wednesday
Pace by Numbers
I am not a numerology freak by any means but I do find the theory fascinating at times. Coincidental? Maybe. Wishful thinking or superstition? Idk. When it’s good news I [like anyone else] want to believe it. When it is doom and gloom I tend to say ah phooey! Today the numbers 1 and 2 have occurred repeatedly, the digits of the day so to speak.
Bad thing (ah phooey) I got a speeding ticket at 11:12 am heading home from the gulf coast.The officer’s ID was 12xx
Good thing for a new indie in my opinion (yee-haw) according to my August stats sales for Amazon USA 222 copies of Between the Rage and Grace had sold.
I know many other numbers flashed before my eyes as we made our way home but oddly it was the numbers 1 and 2 that caught my eye.
If it means anything at all … maybe it is the Yin and Yang.
Maybe the moral of this story is slow down, pace yourself, it’s gonna be okay.
I made enough money to pay for my speeding ticket and life is still good 🙂