This morning it is cold and rainy. Since coming down with a virus and developing bronchitis from it, I haven’t left the house in a couple of weeks. The plumber arrived this morning because I accidentally put a plastic tablespoon down the garbage disposal.
He arrives looking thin and I ask him if he has lost weight. He tells me he has lost about twenty pounds. As he works on the disposal we talk about how he lost the weight. (I need to eat healthier myself, so I am interested.) This man know everything there is to know about plumbing and is as honest as the day is long. He finishes cleaning the disposal out and is now trying to fix the faucet in the guest bathroom. He tells me that if he can’t get the old faucet out, he will have to put in a new one. He shows me on his tablet what it will cost. It’s a lot but it has to be repaired.
Plumbers make a lot of money; if they are good, they are worth every penny. If they have good character like this man does, you know they will never lie to you. (Unlike Donald J. Trump!) He is going to announce his candidacy for President in 2024 later today. Ugh and double ugh!
This is not a spiritual essay. Life is not a spiritual essay; it is a living experiment. Some work but others don’t. Our world is in between democracy and fascism right now. Right now democracy is winning here, but to see it continue on we must pay the price of eternal vigilance. We don’t have time for Donald Trumps anymore!
So far so good is all that we can say. Everyone is waiting for Trump’s indictment and we wonder if it will ever come. It will, but it remains to be seen as to what he will encourage his “followers” to do in protest. They will not accept their king being indicted, that’s for sure.
The time for us to do our inner work is now and not a minute later. We all have monkeys on our backs of one kind or another. It could be a sweet tooth or a proclivity for violence. None of us are angelic, and that’s for sure also.
I shall wind up this essay by saying that if all you can do is witness how many times a day you fall down, just get up one more time than that and you will do just fine.
Love,
Vicki
I’m glad you are feeling a bit better. It’s good to be reading your words again.
Thanks, Dennis!