Afternoon, world!
Are you having gas? We sure are, a very gaseous afternoon, as your gaseous compound we so conveniently call air is whizzing past my windows at a furious rate. All the trees out there are having a jolly time of it, dancing around like green light-shadows on a stick.
The wind, strong though it be, has little effect on my word processing software, so we’re safe here, unless the clouds roll in with something stronger. “Clouds over the mountains mean wind,” as Grandmother used to say, and in this case she is right. A long bank of clouds covers the high peaks of the front range and we are howling.
Spoke with my teacher this morning and she assured me it’s okay not to be perfect. Thank goodness for that. Was starting to judge my capabilities insufficient.
Today’s topic is presence. How does a person become able to exist purely in this present moment? I have no idea of course, since I’m still half in yesterday, but the topic of presence is still today’s topic, in fact is the topic of this very instant.
Can you be here?
Your almost-present,
LWIII
It’s okay not to be prefect…!
Ha, yeah. Of course it’s okay. There are no perfect beings – or else everyone is perfect – there’s no either or… I feel so unperfect so I must be just perfect in that, being unperfect.
Sometimes we meet people that are wonderfully perfect for the moment, but in next moment they do domething that makes them a bit less perfect (for us scmuks).
Yesterday was friday the 13th… and my little sweetheart daughter was not perfect at all. Last day in school, 9th grade finnished and life is ahead (scary for her I bet) I was not allowed to the school graduation celebration and when I picked her from school she went straight into her room, slammed her door before my nose and ordered me to take away the rose I hade brought her earliger that day…
I bet she was perfect.
I was really sad.
Of course I knew that she misses her friends from school and is aftaid of the future and her examination paper was not that good either. She had done so much extrajob in school (tried that anyways) it didn’t pay off, she got punished instead… so I get that, I do, while I’m shut out.
Maybe it’s me shutting her out…
I dunno…
Maybe I should ask Wisdom Boy about this… wonder if he knows?
Hi Nono! Thanks for pitching in on the perfect front. So sorry, dear, to hear of your painful Friday 13th. Sounds like your daughter is fulfilling her role as a teenagaer perfectly. No doubt she was hurt somehow earlier in the day and was sharing. God bless you both. Wisdom Boy would know something about this subject I am sure, as he is a pain expert, though perhaps not quite so good at sadness.
Love,
Tom