June 13, 2022 a thought for today, I pointed out the stars and moon to you, but all you saw was the tip of my finger. African Proverb

For me it is a typical Monday. I got started on the bulletin. I think I have it done to the point of the pastor’s information. Yesterday, after church, I sat with Ed to examine the bulletin for the up coming celebration of a life bulletin. I made those corrections this morning and called him for any other changes and additions. So that one is ready to print also. 

The photo a day in this month of gratitude for yesterday is of my great grandson’s first birthday. I am grateful that I am still around and can enjoy a few minutes at a time with him and the others. 

I had some texting conversations with one of my grand daughters-in-law. We get into some pretty involved sharing sometimes. 

My upload to my Canadian group for yesterday was a pop up challenge black and white. Black and white images seem to pull a different kind of interest and aura than color. 

This Ohio weather is taking another little twist. For the last few days it has been perfect with temperature except for a pretty good burst of rain last night. Today the temperature is on the rise. In the next couple of days it is reported to be close to 100 degrees. 

One major house hold chore I need to get to today is clearing out the frig. So I think I will do that now and get it out of the way.

My upload for the photo of the day for today, in this month of gratitude, is one of my grandson’s friends as they were playing little league. I’m happy and grateful that I had the pleasure of attending many of their activities as they grew up.

The word for today is acknowledge. The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man. Euripides. Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like, Lao Tzu. We shall yet acknowledge His wisdom and our own error therein, Abraham Lincoln. I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Reason's last step is to acknowledge that there are infinitely many things beyond it, Blaise Pascal. We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible, Charlotte Bronte.  Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power, Ovid.  He who acknowledges a kindness has it still, and he who has a grateful sense of it has requited it, Marcus Tullius Cicero. We must certainly acknowledge that solitude is a fine thing; but it is a pleasure to have some one who can answer, and to whom we can say, from time to time, that solitude is a fine thing, Honore de Balzac.  

The upload to my neighbor group for today is this one of the open shelter house in the near by park and all ready for picnics.

Many of us love books. Here is one way of looking at how they serve us. The story starts out mentioning how desperate some folks were during the pandemic. How isolation and “upended normalcy” led to the seeking of comfort wherever it could be found. In this instance the author of the article mentioned that one day the “anxiety had reached panic levels”. He drove to a book store on North High Street. When he tried the door handle he found it was locked. The owner had closed it at the beginning of the pandemic, reopened six weeks later. He knocked loudly until someone finally answered and welcomed him in. The author said that he had visited book stores in every city where he had lived. They “provided me respite from my problems, but they also assisted in my career”, a career of literary critic. He mentioned that he lived with a low-level nervousness and finally found that visiting book stores, used book store in particular, helped much more than drugs and alcohol could. In used book stores you can find “surprising and rare and forgotten works”, they are overflowing with books. Books line the aisles and are stacked high in places. They do seem to be in a particular order. He once found that even in his chosen used book stores there were “these were not my books”. He began searching for his idea of “my books”. Among all used books there will be a point where you will find a “gem or two”. He found one particular store where there seemed to be more of “my books” that some others. He says he feels “realigned” after being in the store. 

We are having meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy and corn on the cob for dinner. 

Joy

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