In snow and in life, purity is fleeting. It’s there and it’s good, but it doesn’t last. Those who try to remain and appear pure to others in all things, in spite of the truth being different, will start to draw attention to their blemishes.
How do you be who you really are, admitting to yourself your impurities, admitting them to others when appropriate, and still work to attain the good in yourself and in others. Maybe the act of confession is the freeing act that allows you to move towards the good. What do you think?
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A shout out to the Napkin Kin in the Massachusetts (USA) towns of Chatham, Brewster, Hyannis, Foxboro, Newton and Allton who visited the blog this week. Thanks for the visit!
Actually, I think winter is when we hope the most. I believe hope (or its absence) is the quintessential element underlying everything within the human condition. What do you think?
Here is an uplifting, inspirational message about snow for all my east coast friends who are having a blizzard dumped on them right now.
Yes, your lawn is now as pretty as the neighbors’. Well, unless you count your car on cinder blocks, and the old transmission next to the flat tractor tire. Those still look like what they are, even under snow. But they are prettier versions, so that counts for something. Not much, but something.
Of course, the anal lawn people get upset at Mr. Snowmaker because their lawn, and by extension their very soul, isn’t obviously superior to the junk man that lives next door.
Ignore those persons. They reheat little vienna weenies for dinner and watch the weather channel 24/7. They would mow their snow if they could.
