Well it's been a very wintery week since the end of January. Snow is still on the ground as it hasn't been above freezing all this time. Last Sunday it was so bad that we didn't have church at church.Instead about 8 of us did a Zoom meeting online. Hadn't done that in a long time so needed a little coaching but finally got together.
Yesterday our venerable fridge gave up two of its vital functions. Talked to Jeff who bought a fridge last year and he was able to help me begin to line some things up. Cathy is coming over tomorrow and we should have a new one in sometime next week. Lisa did FaceTime with us this pm. And it snowed again this afternoon for several hours. Weather is not easy to predict...snow was suppoaed to arrive around suppertime not at 4 pm. It coated the trees and made them look pretty. Our walkways didn't freeze over so I was able to get out in the car for a few errands.
The big event in our part of the world was the Walk for Peace by the band of Buddhist monks from their monastary in Texas! A group of some 19 men, in their saffron robes began their march/walk back in mid October, walking some 20+ miles each day. They would interact with people on their march, esplaining when asked, what and why they were doing it. Our world which is so in need of "peace" received their words with graciousness for the most part. It is my impression that their influence which now seems miniscule, will just grow as it piggy backs on the words of of our Lord annd Master, Jesus the Christ. They were accompanied by their dog, another bringer of peace to countless people who own pet dogs.
I am slowly reaquainting myself with my computer and the tasks associated with blogging. As I've said several times, at 88 years old, my time among the living has to be short. This is just one little voice saying, "I'M HERE " and here is what I experienced of that time. I am so moved and impressed by the soft gentleness of these men as they step one foot in front of the other, day by day, inviting the world to lay down the instruments of hate and death.
If you've landed here, I invite you to learn more of what makes me, me. Look at some of my earliest blogs where I describe my earliest days in India at Woodstock School, Prospect Point, and how I loved the Himalayas!
Be blessed!