It is still raining out there, after raining all night. The driveway is ice/slush/water, but Attila got out without any trouble, so I expect to as well. The roads will be clear and wet for the drive into work. It is a beautiful drive. No matter how distracted I am at the thought of the work day ahead, on the drive in the universe always sends me some little sign that being alive is great. Sometimes it is field of mist and evergreens, sometimes a dear bounding across the highway in front of me, sometimes the sun doing a fan dance with the clouds…
Attila and I watched the devastation of the earthquake (8.9) in Japan on the news this morning. The universe has many messages, one of them is that we must coexist with the natural world. The natural world is reminding all of us that we are not the centre of the universe, collectively; far from it.
When I write a post in parts I’m never sure when to send out the notification. I am only allowed one missive per day. This morning I think I’ll send a notification out and hope to get back to writing this evening after returning from work. Gotta run for now!
It rained all day, then it snowed, then it rained again… March is so fickle. Tonight heavy snow is forecast, then rain or snow by morning. The drive to work tomorrow morning should be interesting.
Attila and I have an anniversary coming up. We don’t eat out, my allergy makes that impossible. Most years we celebrate with a special homemade meal. This year we are going to try to find a fast food solution, possibly a frozen pizza, so that we don’t have to cook on our anniversary. There are frozen pizzas that are made without my allergen, we just have to look a little harder to find them. We are hilarious though, every year we have to look up the date for our anniversary because neither of us can remember, with certainty, on what day it actually falls.
Here it is 7:00 p.m., and I am wondering how long it will be before I can turn in for the night! Six hours on my feet; how did I ever stand for eleven hours a day at that little job in the shop! That was just last summer. I’m getting soft, no doubt about it.
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 99.8 kPa
Visibility: 5 km
Humidity: 100 %
Wind: ENE 11 km
“We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always, everywhere – your ideal of what you long to attain – the ideal of health, efficiency, success.”
Orison Swett Marden
1850 – 1924
[A statement made in a “free” country that espouses the rights of the individual; there are other realities on planet earth.]
“Orison Swett Marden (1850 – 1924) was an American writer associated with the New Thought Movement. He also held a degree in medicine, and was a successful hotel owner.”