Tripping The Light

My Wednesday Missive – Tripping Into Light

I happened to Google “missives”, and this is the first entry I found.

“I read an article about missives sent to the USA from France and I wondered if we were under attack.  I guess a missive ain’t a missile.” – Richard Omega, Nov 26, 2012

God help us.

All we have to do is decide what to do with the time given us.”  -J.R.R. Tolkien

Life is your canvas. No one can paint it but you.  Our sacred place is in our homes, a place where your soul can come for visits.

How do you choose what you put in your home?  Are your choices – “Someday, when I have more money, I don’t have time right now, it really doesn’t matter, it’s not important, it’s too expensive, I can do without it… ”

Erma Bombeck, on learning that she had a fatal disease reflected, “I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.”

And then there is humility and grace – two virtues that I continue to try to re-member.  But it probably doesn’t help to have a coffee cup that says, “If everyone would just listen to me, they’d always be right.”  And another one that says, “Everyone is entitled to my opinion.”  OK, I get it.  It gives a whole new meaning to the word, shallow.  Sorry, can’t help it, but I concur with what old Oscar said  – “He has one of those terribly weak natures that are not susceptible to influence. ”

…Or you could dance,  around the world, vicariously and actually in your living room with Matt.


And when you’re dancing, don’t forget to dance alone.

…Or you could go to a bookstore, as bookstores are the most valuable destination for the lonely, given the numbers of books written because authors couldn’t find anyone to talk to.  That is, after you find that perfect, light-colored, sumptuous new bedding for your bed.  And then eat chocolates in it.

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.”
― Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith