Yes, kids, it’s been almost 3 weeks since I last
confessed ~ I mean posted. The time just seems to go faster and faster this summer! Here we are on August 1st and in just 5 weeks it will be Labor Day! Schools will be back in session and Autumn won’t be far behind.
So ~ while I have a small amount of things to blog about ~ nothing is really THAT exciting. I turned to my book of SIMPLE PLEASURES by Sarah Ban Breathnach again for some inspiration.
Did you read the title of this blog ~ “Do you remember where you were on those dates?
If you do, perhaps you were among the more than 144,000 people who journeyed to “power points” around the world, such as Egypt’s Great Pyramids; Peru’s Manchu Picchu; Japan’s Mount Fuji; the Temples of Delphi in Greece; Mount Shasta, California; Sedona, Arizona; the Black Hills of South Dakota; and New York’s Central Park to hold hands, hum, and resonate in harmony in the New Age global event known as the Harmonic Convergence.”
I wasn’t there either!
Sarah Ban Breathnach explains…”this weekend was so significant because it was a rare astronomical occurrence known as “a grand trine” (when all nine planets were in their astrological fire signs and positioned exactly one hundred twenty-three degrees apart from each other.) It had been 23,3412 years since the last time. Now add an interpretation of ancient Mayan and Aztec calendars and a Hopi legend about fathering of enlightened teachers meant to awaken humanity and it’s not surprising that thousands of New Agers decided that circumstances were as perfect as they’d ever be to direct the earth, through mediation, toward a peaceful spiritual awakening instead of a cataclysmic one in the next millennium. ”
It doesn’t appear to have worked, looking at our world these days, does it?
Sarah Ban Breathnach goes on to say “there are so many voices offering clues, glimmers, and insights on how to achieve harmony through the Divine grand trine of mind, body, and Spirit. How do you discern your own truth? American Buddist master Jack Kornfield says “We must make certain that our path is connected to our heart….” When we ask ”Am I following the path of my heart?”….we discover that no one can define for us exactly what our path should be. We must allow the mystery and beauty of this question to resonate within our being. Somewhere within us is an answer coming our way and understanding will arise too.
During this month of August ~ try to be still and listen deeply, even for a moment. Rediscover and celebrate your creativity, to access your authentic self. It’s never too late to reclaim your individual gifts, revisit a dream, and create an authentic life.”
Celebrate your originality!
I’ve been very busy with visits and lunches and dinners with friends. Some from Indianapolis, Florida and Michigan. I put together a small reunion of former co-workers last Sunday. We had 14 counting the spouses and it was lovely to see everyone again.
I only read one book and I didn’t care for it. I had it for 6 weeks counting a renewal and still couldn’t get through it.
I tried to get through this book for over 6 weeks even renewing it at the library. I usually love books with letters written between the characters to tell the story. But this one just didn’t do it for me. It takes place right after WWII when a writer receives a letter from a man on a British island of Guernsey. By chance, he had seen her name on the flyleaf of a book that he enjoyed and reaches out to her to find out more about the author of the book.
From there are a series of letters being exchanged which tell the story of how the war affected the island of Guernsey. I don’t know why I couldn’t get into this story but I tried. I read about half of the book before I gave up.
Here’s the book jacket description….
“ I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some sort of secret homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.” January 1946: London is emerging from the shadow of the Second World War, and writer Juliet Ashton is looking for her next book subject. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man she’s never met, a native of the island of Guernsey, who has come across her name written inside a book by Charles Lamb….
As Juliet and her new correspondent exchange letters, Juliet is drawn into the world of this man and his friends—and what a wonderfully eccentric world it is. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society—born as a spur-of-the-moment alibi when its members were discovered breaking curfew by the Germans occupying their island—boasts a charming, funny, deeply human cast of characters, from pig farmers to phrenologists, literature lovers all.
Juliet begins a remarkable correspondence with the society’s members, learning about their island, their taste in books, and the impact the recent German occupation has had on their lives. Captivated by their stories, she sets sail for Guernsey, and what she finds will change her forever.
Written with warmth and humor as a series of letters, this novel is a celebration of the written word in all its guises, and of finding connection in the most surprising ways.
Here’s another reader’s review…
This book is boring, predictable, and pointless. Maybe the kind of thing that charms the sentimental. It’s a series of letters in post WWII England between an author facing writers block and an island community who formed a book club during the German occupation. Eventually we meet the characters (who, oddly, have the same voice as the author in their letters) who come to describe one saintly, cliche, full of b.s. woman who held them all together during the occupation, while she manages to slap an overly-religious type, find the one good, true human Nazi and have his child (yep) and then die tragically simply by being her holier-than-this-earth self.
Two stars for one of two well thought-out paragraphs buried among the 200 something pages.
I do hope by the next time I blog, I will have read a few more books. I may have to put myself in “time-out” from Facebook to achieve that goal!
I was talking to friends about the abundance of chipmunks in everyone’s yard and how they were eating our flowers and plants. I noticed, however, that what we had been calling a chipmunk was actually a 13-line in-ground squirrel. So I asked the farm owner where I get my birdseed about them. They can be driven out or killed by putting pellets into their underground holes.
This is a chipmunk —-
And this is a 13-line in-ground squirrel…
and this is a cat…..LOL