A practicing Master does not speak of suffering simply because a Master practicing clearly understands the power of the Word--and so chooses to simply not say a word about it. October 13 - Meditations from Conversations with God, Book 1, page 107
Just noticing a creep of politicization on the blogs of late. I certainly hope this is not going to be the norm. I try so hard not to get political, and usually do not. However, there is one blog I visit and the author and I have very similar political beliefs and I usually make a comment to something he might have said of his blog. But that is it.
I don't talk about Conservatives, Liberals or whatever. My profile states where I sort of stand politically, but I do not try to "convert" or "insult" any of my readers. That is not my intent. If I ever have ruffled your political feathers, please accept my humble apologies, I don't think I have but one never knows. I saw a comment the other day on a blog that I thought had been channeled by a certain far right wing female blond author and columnist. Then I thought No, that could not have been. Then another blog mentioned the "Gestapo" at the door. And another talked about guns. Now I do not have a gun nor would I ever have one in my house. I was 14 when a piece of my stepfather's brain whizzed by my head. I have a great fear of guns. Now, that is my feeling. Those of you who want a gun, or disagree with me, or whatever, that is your right. It is the right of every American to choose his/her beliefs. That right has been fought for in battles since the founding of this wonderful country. May we always have those rights. You and me, kiddo.
Today was a great sober day. Saw a Movie - The Duchess. Very good. Got home and a friend of mine came by to fix my garage door opener. Done. I drove to the movie, to the store, and home on my $2.69 gasoline that I got at Costco yesterday.
When driving from the Woodlands to my home I must have seen at least half a dozen cars with Program Slogans or the AA logo on windows or bumpers. There was just a mini-freeway-meeting on Southbound I-45. That's what I call them. I love seeing the program out riding about. There's a lot of us out there. See how many you can see one day this week. Being a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous just keeps getting better and better.
Today I am Grateful for:
God, My Higher Power
Mamie, my schnauzer
My fellow bloggers.
Some facsimile of SANITY.
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.