August 19, 2021 a thought for today, A blow passes on, a spoken word lingers on. Yiddish Proverb 

This has been another one of those “out of the ordinarily typical” kinds of Thursdays. I did get the bulletin and other pieces printed after a bit of a problem with the copier. That was after I had a problem with my key working in the lock again. There happens to be another door that can be used to get to the same place and my key finally worked on that door. 

On August 18th my photo of the day for the “month of gratitude” theme was my son putting up my new storm door. He and my other son help me keep things in order and join me in my travel through my “September” days. 

After that comes the part that makes today a little different than other Thursdays. Sue needed to run some errands. As soon as I got home, we took off to take care of that. On the round of places I stopped for an “errand” of my own. I stopped at JoAnn Fabrics for some yarn. I need to get to work on a prayer shawl. I decided the colors that would be appropriate and stopped to get the one I needed to begin. At one of the stops for Sue I picked up some Command hooks that I need for part of one of my crochet projects that is coming to an end and I need to hang the pieces. 

Once we got home, I started the laundry. Now for the rest of the day I will worry, due to the fact that I am a dyed in the wool worry wart. I have a dental appointment tomorrow and I am extremely tense about it. Are you that way or is it just me?

The word for today depth. It is not length of life, but depth of life. Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart, Saint Augustine.  Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair, Edwin Hubbel Chapin. There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach. Pliny the Elder. Grant that I may not pray alone with the mouth; help me that I may pray from the depths of my heart, Martin Luther. For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy, Therese of Lisieux. Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom, Lord Byron. At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good, Victor Hugo.

Today’s entry for the “month of gratitude” photo theme I used a photo that I didn’t shoot myself but completed the image to show the depth of my gratitude of being in their lives even if it is long distance and especially for sharing parts of their lives. 

This article is touching on something that can be of a sensitive nature to groups of people of different outlooks. Some think of this as art, some think of it as trash and defacing property. I haven’t made up my mind on which way I swing as to one of those two choices. I do, however, think of the strokes that produce an image in this type of art is art indeed, due to the ability to keep lines and shapes in such precision and realism for such a huge design. The article opened expressing how difficult it seems for people to sit down together to share views and experiences of life. But there is one local example of such an event being productive and meant to display what it can look like. Recently there was a “triad colored mural” created that shows three people sitting at a table, sharing food, drink, and companionship. The idea and the rest is “open for interpretation”. There was a dedication of the mural which covers the entire side of a three-story building. At the dedication some people expressed ideas that occurred to them. One said the beings in the image were discussing the location, some said “who is wearing the coolest glasses”. The owners of the business in the building said this is just what they wanted, for people to come together. They like to think of it at “Pursuing Good Together”. The three artists, each from a different background, created this image and have never worked with each other but their ideas and concepts came together. It is hoped that this mural will carry the idea that we can all work together to all who see it. 

We will be having baked spaghetti tonight for dinner. 

Joy

                                                        ....and put neatly back in the bag....