And I thought I would share it with you.
And I thought I would share it with you.
In recent days I have been having periods of inexplicable melancholy, a sort of reminiscent nostalgia that is both familiar and unsettling. Life has its ups and downs always; but I am happy to say I have moved beyond carrying old baggage around and have spent years trying to light the dark, dusty, cobweb-filled corners of sorrows past. Still….
Things happen. Like a favorite hymn of my mother’s that fills my head. Like a treasured piece of simple jewelry she gave me as a child, too worn to wear and which usually lies in a keepsake jewelry box, one that my Dad sent home to my sister when she was younger and that I somehow inherited along the way. A religious piece with white beads and tarnished plated gold bangles on which are barely legible etchings of ancient words, words I memorized as soon as I was old enough to recite verse in church Sunday School.
This morning as I opened a drawer in my regular jewelry box to choose a pair of earrings for the day, the white beads caught my eye. The bracelet lay among my other favorite bangles as though it had always been there.
I can’t shake the feeling that it was not there accidentally and I know that even if I absentmindedly moved it from one spot to another at some random moment of rearranging, this moment on this day means something more. I am still working out what it means that she reaches out to me at this time, but I know that she does.
I have been reflecting on things throughout the day. My little bracelet, now an antique, bears the etchings of one of life’s most treasured antiquities, The Ten Commandments. So many of us know them by heart. Some are way overused and even abused for the purposes of manipulation, while some are often overlooked. In my reflection on the state of our country, our world and the destiny of humankind, I thought it might be helpful to take a look at these dictates once again, but with new eyes, open hearts and a deeper understanding.
The Ten Commandments
I am the Lord thy God, thou shall not have any gods before me.
You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything.
You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God.
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.
Honor your father and your mother.
You shall not murder.
You shall not commit adultery.
You shall not steal.
You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, wife, or property.
I have some very personal reasons for not being conventionally religious at this point in my life, but I try to honor and understand the sacred teachings within religions that work to draw all of life together rather than to separate humans into groups. I also believe that a holy man in an uncertain world leading an entire nation across the wilderness to freedom faced the daunting task of trying to keep peace and sanity among those masses of humans who were hungry, tired, afraid, bored and doubtful of their future. Order was necessary. Orders from God were necessary. I wonder how much these commandments helped Moses on his journey as much as I wonder that so many people know these words so well and swear by the ideal that they are direct words from God. And yet….they do not respect nor honor the most basic of them.
You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
This one has become America’s favorite passtime.
You shall not commit murder
It didn’t say, “unless……”
How does one reconcile the absolute-ness to which certain of these commandments is assigned while others seem to be merely ‘guidelines’?
You shall not covet….
Theft and murder for something as simple as a pair of shoes has become commonplace in our society, all because humans want what someone else has. Covetous hearts cause humans to break half the other commandments. Perhaps it should have been number one on the list.
I will leave you to ponder the others and experience your own understanding anew of one of the world’s great antiquities while I am simply going to try to rework my little antique bracelet for the sake of my Mom who loves me so much she never leaves me alone. I want to wear it again. She believed, she hoped, she loved; but this world was too sad for her.
Happy mid-week my friends.
Most of you know who BJ Thomas is and have heard his famous pop music; but he also went through a very huge spiriual transformation many years ago and has produced some beautiful musical recordings of both traditional and original songs. This song always comes to mind when someone dear to me makes the journey home and awakens from this dream. It brings me peace and comfort.
The empty air between us seems
so thick, so distant, as in dreams.
Memory fades to hazy view,
framed in melancholy hue.
Razor’s edge once cut so deep
rusts in pools of tears I weep.
I wept-no more-the well is dry,
the burden gone, with wings I fly,
no more bemoan what might have been,
how sadder now the days than then-
above the noise sometimes is found
the thought of you hanging around,
more bitter than sweet.
This fellow and another were determined to be noticed this weekend. So I stood there with my camera taking dozens of shots in manual mode just to capture the essence in one or two images. I was determined too!
Man, what can I say? I am SO behind this week. Could it be due to some little thing called “work”? I am not really an uber talented gal but I take pride in my ability to juggle and multi task pretty well. This week has been mind boggling though. So glad my #Free48 showed up to rescue me!
This was how my week started…ugggg..
This will be a two-fer. I am not nearly so great at doors posts as my good friend Dan of No Facilities. He takes photos of awesome doors in all sorts of interesting places. I mean, I see doors and use doors; but they tend to be the same ones. They are either those leading in and out of work or the ones leading out into my beloved playground of nature-which has no doors! That’s why I love it so much.
Then along comes a message from my son and his beautiful fiancee telling me they are sending a little surprise package my way. Yipppeeee! I love surprises. And packages. I never expected their lovely little surprise to also be my doors salvation this week! Just look at these great doors!
And they are actually these amazing note cards. They remind me of the doors in Greece and Italy! Thank you Ande and Hayley for such a thoughtful surprise! For more great doors visit our Thursday Doors host Norm Frampton. You can see other wonderful doors there and add your own!
When I slipped downstairs this morning to catch up on posts and check the Friday prompt from Linda Hill for #SoCS, I went directly to Dan’s blog to see how things were at the bar. Linda’s prompt for today is picture. Oh goody!
My favorite thing! So I snapped this one. It pretty accurately shows my every Saturday ‘first rising’ routine.
Yeah…the doctor always wakes me up. 😉 So, here I sit, doing my writing while my art pad waits, my jewelry waits and…what was that other thing….oh, yes! OUTside. Maybe I will squeeze in some food and chores somewhere too.
And, speaking of food, this was going to be my doors contribution this week. By Friday I sorely needed some comfort in the form of Casian wings and beer. Or whiskey. Well, both! This is a favorite spot of ours. The owner is from NOLA and serves up Louisiana style fare with a twist or two. The bar is smoking but even that didn’t stop me. The bars all used to be smoking in Louisiana. Yeah, we disrobe at the front door and shower. 😏 My allergies are more forgiving that way.
Oh, and great news. Chip seems to be just fine, although I haven’t seen Dale…😕
The week ended up rather nicely so I have high hopes for at least one sunny day over this Free48! I hope yours is perfect!
So, this is a new jewelry project. I hope to do some more with it today!
Dream on folks……
I have had my share of pleasure and pain in all types of love and have come to one sure conclusion. Love should always lift you up. If you find yourself face down in the dirt too many times, your love is broken, sick or completely misplaced. It needs some work.
Funny, I never cared a lot for this song although it is beautiful. I loved the movie it themed for. I guess maybe too much hype for both of them kind of ruined it for me for a time. But it is in my head today so I am sharing the love. May it lift you up, even for a moment.
Just look at young Mr. Gere….
How about this adorable guy?
What? No, Chip. As I recall, I believe that was a gerbil….🙈🙊
I’m sorry about not delivering a #Free48 post today and I promise to catch up. The truth is I didn’t sleep well last night. I have several family members and dear friends who are struggling with health issues and they are weighing heavily on my heart.
I dreamed of one friend , a silly sort of dream, that I will try to unravel on my own; but at some point I was shown yellow roses. I know I receive all kinds of dream messages and this one was clear. Since the little birds decided to get up at 4 am and serenade me, I thought of one of my favorite hymns, one that always gave me peace and hope.
It was also one of my mother’s very favorites. This is for anyone out there who feels alone and is struggling with pain or sorrow. You are never, ever alone. Just reach out with your heart.
One of my little friends. She may not be a sparrow, but she seems pretty confident that someone is taking care of things.
Rose, yellow The yellow rose is the omen of connection and friendship between people and you….
We all need to love one another, no matter the time, distance or energy that passes between us. Have a beautiful, healing week everyone. Pass it on.
Well, today’s #SoCS prompt from Linda Hill is green.
But I was feeling more ‘blue’ this morning…
But, in the spirit of compliance I will post a bit o’ green…in keeping with the spirit o’ the day, if ya’ be gettin’ me meanin’…..
These are a few of my favorite greens….
What’s a green day without, well, Green Day….
Happy St Patty’s Day!
Life past present, thoughts about the future
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Dr. Prashant (Medical Practitioner)
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