Tomorrow is the annual time when the spooks, ghosts and ghoulies emerge from the woodwork and various nooks and crannies looking to engage in mischief and shenanigans. I must say the times they have changed from the more innocent days of my childhood. One thing that hasn’t changed over the decades is Linus’ determination, perseverance belief and faith that the Great Pumpkin will Make an appearance in the sincerest of pumpkin patches.
“With each year the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch he thinks is most sincere. He’s got to pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see. Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I’ll see the Great Pumpkin. I’ll see the Great Pumpkin. you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I will be waiting for him.”
Perhaps the Great Pumpkin will one day materialize. Then it will sprinkle the earth with magic pumpkin seeds and all the goodness in everyone will come forward to do good in the world. Not to mention how healthy we will become thanks to the anti-oxidants, iron, zinc, magnesium, protein, vitamin K and the many other nutrients found in pumpkin seeds. So let’s give it up for Linus, Charlie Brown and the pumpkins that provide fun, nutrition and deliciousness.
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As I was sitting on that fence I wrote about last week, I looked around to see what might be on either side. I must say it was a beautiful, exhilarating October day. There on one side of the fence I spied a very inviting pumpkin patch. Of course, I had to jump down and check out the pumpkins and how sincere they were. You never know if the Great Pumpkin might make an early stop over as well. Not to totally abandon you, I have shared this delightful poem about October.
October’s Party by George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came--
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
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That is the question. This has popped up a number of times, more frequently recently. Whether ‘tis foolish to continue to sit on the fence of insufferable uncertainty, or to stand up against the morass of swirling indecisiveness and by making a decision, end it. The easy answer is just make the decision. This is not a matter of great consequence. Whatever the decision, it can always be reversed. So, what’s the problem, I ask myself? I’m making this a bigger deal than it is. If you stop to think about it, with every decision, there is uncertainty going into it. Yet, we still decide things. Sometimes with regret. Most times we do what seems best.
Since decision is freedom and indecision is torture, I’m going week by week and write or not in accordance with the greener side of the fence. And there you have it.
Today is Thanksgiving in Canada. I wish all of you who celebrate this day find much to be grateful for. What we need to rmember is gratitude is not for one day. It is for all seasons. Enjoy the turkey and all the fixin's.
As I was mulling over the conditions around the world and how much anti nearly everything has come to the surface, I had to take to heart Morgan Freeman’s sentiment about kindness. Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference greater than we might ever know. It could work like the famous “butterfly effect.” Given this, I decided to reprint a previous blog on Small Kindnesses.
Our choices can powerfully impact those around us. We get to choose how we want to show up when we walk into the coffee shop, take our seat on public transit, or call customer service. We have the option to acknowledge our shared humanity, and be present to one another. How do we want to show up? Who do we want to be?
Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness. Research has shown that kindness can lower blood pressure, improve heart health, reduce stress and anxiety, even lessen pain. Who wouldn’t want some of that?
By Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
Here is a lovely example of humanity and a kind heart: As the bus slowed down at a crowded bus stop, the Pakistani bus conductor leaned from the platform and called out, "Six only!" The bus stopped. He counted on six passengers, rang the bell, and then, as the bus moved off, called to those left behind: "So sorry, plenty of room in my heart — but the bus is full." He left behind a row of smiling faces. It's not always what we do, it's the way we do it.
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