"Hello"

 

 

"Never Talk Religion or Politics."

 

A rule of etiquette—in business, at the dinner table, at the barbershop, and elsewhere. This phrase, “Never discuss religion or politics with those who hold opinions opposite to yours,” has been cited in print since at least 1840.

And what do I do? I break the rule. (Family member—I wasn’t at the barbershop.)

Here was the rebuke: “If catastrophe befalls you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”—

Whoa.

What if you really do want to know what they think? I read about the Ancient Egyptians, so the story went that when a stranger came to their village, they asked them what their religion was, for they were receptive to all kinds, and really wanted to know what this new person brought to the table.

Linus, from the Peanuts comic strip in 1961, said, “There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people…religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin.”

I’ve only broken two of the three.  

 I looked up the author of the quote at the top of the page.

It was Richard Bach. I love that man. He wrote Illusions, my most-read book. (Also Jonathan Livingston Seagull.) I found this:

 

Okay, Dokey, guys that lets me off the hook. I will continue to read, learn, wonder, and invite others to jump in whenever they take a notion.

Hop in and tell me what you think.

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I should let Peaches, the Pink Party Poodle for Peace, do the speaking for a while.

dogblogbypeaches.blogspot.com/

See ya later,

Jo

"To wonder and invite others to wonder with me."

Are Your Struggling to Keep Up?/ Hold Your Heart in Both Hands

 "And God didn't make little green apples..."

 

Hold Your Heart in Both Hands.

Place your hands on your chest; for women, place your hands under your breasts, lift strongly so you feel like you are lifting your heart, and while holding your heart in both hands, say a prayer to your heart.

The heart-holding exercise was the advice of an elder to his younger generation.

I tried it, and it's peaceful, sweet, and uplifting.

 

Think of this: Sixteen days after conception, your heart began beating for you.

What a magical machine. It has tissue that wants to pulse. It wants to beat so badly that if it is shocked out of life, another shock will reestablish its pulse.

Now, how magical is that?!

Your heart began beating while it was still a tube and continued beating as it morphed into a chambered vessel.

The beating of our hearts is so constant that we don't think of it most of the time.

But think about it: the heart is like a momma ewe caring for her baby lamb; it is there nourishing all the body parts that are coming into being and then continues to beat for sometimes 100 years.

The heart has been used in prose, poetry, and love since, probably, the beginning of literature. It is associated with characteristics such as courage, honesty, perseverance, loyalty, and, of course, love.

The heart has taken a beating recently. It has always been so, but more recently, the pressure on it has been relentless. Usually, in life, stress comes and goes; illness and strife come and go. Then strife lets up; it gives our hearts, minds, and bodies a chance to recuperate. Lately, the unrest has been upon us like a storm that won't stop.

I came across a comment by a writer this morning who felt like her brain had become broken. She thought she could hardly write a coherent sentence.

What are our world conditions doing to us?

Are You Struggling to Keep Up?

It feels as though we are on a treadmill.

AI wants to write and think for us, and Pilot butts in every chance it gets.

Young people (especially) don't like the sex they were born into; people prefer to go it alone rather than enter into a relationship, and women have to hold fast to the freedoms they fought for, while hearing that they deserve to be "spanked."

Race seems to be an issue when I thought we were making giant strides to eradicate our resentments against people different from us. The government wants to pass laws regulating morality and books, and ensuring that authors use the correct words. Medical care has become controlled until the poor doctors must not know which way to turn and give us so many tests (to cover their butts) that the "Art" has virtually disappeared from "The Art and Science of Medicine."

We've put a person in control of our health who, it appears, wants Nature to take its course with viruses, germs, and communicable diseases that regularly pass through a population. (The use of the diphtheria vaccine, that horrible disease that strangled many infants and children in the 1700s  (One out of every ten children infected died from this disease) became eradicated by 2009. This shocked me; I thought it was long before.)

I see some who brush off the present concerns, others are overwhelmed with it. Some have felt that our establishment is so rotten that it deserves to be torn down and begun anew. There are so many rabbit holes we are tripping over them. And therapists are so overwhelmed some are leaving their profession.

Let me know if I'm wrong, but I am tired of conspiracies—yes, there are some—but come on, give us a break. Talk of aliens used to be fun. They aren't anymore.

I try to find a happy spot, but I struggle with the search.

I have heard that the heart has an electrical field that extends beyond the body. Our electrical fields interact with the electrical fields of others.

How is that affecting us?

Choose wisely.

And give that divine heart of yours a chance to be happy.

Jo