Spring peepers are drowning out bird calls this morning. In a couple of days, these tiny amphibians, will retreat from another cold blast. Mother Nature can’t seem to make up her mind this year.
If sitting in a coffee bar overlooking Central Park, or London’s Hyde Park, enjoying a latte is your thing? Go for it. If I were trapped in confines of the big city; I’d be doing the same thing. I prefer walking in the woods, enjoying nature–watching ocean waves crash into shoreline.
Truth is everywhere. Even in the humblest of things. In my opinion, there is too much talking, not enough listening going on, for truth to be heard.
It’s nice to be liked. I’m not compromising beliefs to be liked. I’m not hiding my beliefs from anyone. Accept me as I am, or not at all. I know what the true constitutional meaning of separation of church and state is. State support of any religious creed over another, is a slippery slope.
There are cruel things done by cruel people in the world every day. It’s usually about agendas–be they religious or political. Some of it is old-fashioned greed.
Everybody has faith in something. Even, if it’s in something mundane. Belief in oneself is of primary importance. Because, as someone said, “If you can’t love yourself–how the h**l is anybody going to love you.”
In my granny’s day, there was spring tonic. Everybody took it–to thin the blood; get rid of winter sluggishness; clean toxins from the system. There were various concoctions: sassafras, herbal teas, cod liver and castor oils. I’ve experienced the displeasure of taking cod liver and castor oils–and never intend to partake again.
So, there you have it–my spring tonic. My wish for spring’s arrival–sooner, rather than later.