So Very Close

Upi str Nrsiyogi;. epmfrtgi;, snf prtgrvy – rsvh in you t oen esy.

Isn’t that an interesting statement?  Often, when I get in a hurry to write, I set my fingers down on the typewriter and type a sentence or two without looking up.  When I do and see garbage, I have to reposition my fingers and start all over.

We are like that in life.  Sometimes, our thinking is just a little bit off – not much, just a little, and that makes all the difference.

“Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by” – Robert Frost

Our entire life can change by just a subtle movement.  I move my fingers less than an inch on the typewriter and get:

You are beautiful, wonderful, and perfect – each in your own way. 

See what a difference, just a little movement can make?

Namaste,

Scott

A Look Back – Mollie Talks about Leta

Mollie Player is an author and I am proud to be a friend of hers.  She runs her own publishing company.  We  have talked back and forth for years.  She, like me, believes in the Law of Attraction and many other spiritual points.  As you know, I have talked about the perfection of everything.  Here is one of her posts on the subject.  Enjoy.

Poopy Diapers. 

Namaste,

Scott

Another Bit of the World

I met (online) a fascinating person yesterday.She is also a disabled teacher and her blog is very different from mine, yet they both resonate in the world. Just shows you what can happen.

I am hoping you will check hers out ( https://aspergersgirls.wordpress.com/ ) and, perhaps, choose to follow it, too.

My opinion is that the more places you go and the more places you put your influence into, the more the world may become that bit of perfection each of us knows as God.

Speaking of influence, I realized a moment ago how much effect we can truly have on this old world and its ways.  The idea of the seven connections seems true enough to me.  That states, basically, that seven connections put each of us in touch with everyone else in the world.

I tested it once.  I asked my daughter (who was telling me about it) to connect me to a street urchin in India.  She said that she had gone to school with (his name) and his grandmother still lived in India.  She was certain that woman knew at least one street urchin.  So, me to daughter to student to grandmother to urchin!  only 4 connections!

To connect two random points here:  I enjoy shopping at Amazon.  I also enjoy actually visiting Wal-Mart.  I noticed today how rude people can be in Wal-Mart.  Rather than be angry, I just decided to go on enjoying myself.  The cash register was a mess,  A young ,foreign mother, who did not speak English well, had to go back twice for something because she didn’t understand what product she needed for the coupon.

I have been very poor; I know what it is to have to spend time at the register figuring out how to undo a mess due to coupons and/or money.  The man behind me made a comment about learning to speak English when in an English country (I know that is a big one now).  He wasn’t particularly angry, but I think he might have been headed that way.  I merely turned my head and stated that she had picked out the wrong item for the coupon and went to get it.

No fuss, no fuming (well, not much) from anyone.  A few minutes later, I was heading to my car.  Point being:  if you use the 7 connection rule,  I just connected some smiles and niceties to millions of people.

A smile is infectious; an attitude can alter the world.

Namaste,
Scott

Sunday Morning

It’s Sunday morning. I am going to church today. That hasn’t been my practice recently. However, I told a friend who also hasn’t been that I would sit with her if she would come.

My not coming has been a product of habit and sleep. I have gotten out of the habit, mostly, because I don’t sleep well and I don’t like going to simply sleep there. However, I will try today.

Church is not a place I feel you have to go in order to “reserve your place in Heaven”. Church is a place; church has friends for me and I, usually, take away a few words of peace or encouragement. I believe that God has all types of opportunities out there for us to be at or to interact in that will do us, at least, as much good as Church. On the other hand, going to Church is fine, especially, if you believe in what is being said and choose to have that reinforcement in your life. I guess the point here is that I think whatever a person feels they should do is fine, as long as it isn’t hurting them.

I was asked once how I could go at all and not feel like a hypocrite when I don’t agree with a lot of the services and what’s being said. The simple answer is that the service is there for many reasons. Some people truly need to hear all of what is being said; it helps them through their day. Others need the nourishment of good friends of a certain type found in church. Still others need the organization of a service to feel organized themselves.

Whatever the reason, mine is a small mixture of, at least, the first and second. I also like being there with my family, another important reason. I am comfortable enough in my own skin and secure enough in my own beliefs that I could go a lot of different places and be just fine. I went to a Unitarian church a few weeks ago and enjoyed that service quite a bit.  It allows for most all to come and worship.  God and nature are more at the center and no one had to feel left out or weird because of their particular beliefs.  I did enjoy it.

Did you know there are over 1,000 churches listed online as part of yellow pages for churches in Indianapolis? I find that number a bit incredible. This morning seems to be a bit of a wandering post for me, so bear with me and try to get something out of this, knowing that it is perfect for someone and that all things do work together.

Somewhere in this flighty talk someone is being helped by this or inspired to do or say or think something else that will help things along for them or for someone else. I have given up trying to figure it out and just accept it as it is.

Perhaps, this is the message here: trust.
Namaste.