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The Spiritual Adventures Of Aram Aandahl, Cornwall, PA (2026)

05/12/2026

From todays meditations

When I create something from nothing, I feel like I am using the unique gifts God has given me to serve the world. Therefore, I feel challenged by something that pops up again and again claiming that it can be me better than I can.

The writer says she gets AI pop up messages when she is working, I have never seen an AI popup in anything that says something to the effect of "clearly you are pressed by time, would you like my help" Of course I am way behind the times in operating systems and software too. She is probably not using outdated Microsoft software and probably never saw the little helper that came with Office ending in 2007. I still use that, and so should I venture into doing something with it that I am familiar with, up pops Clippy who will make it easier for you to do something. I was never a fan of helpful little Clippy. I would not be a fan of an AI popup that wanted to help me write something every morning either. I write in Word and then cut and paste it. I can imagine an updated version of Word that after writing a sentence an AI popup would come along and tell me "I can express that idea better than that" Then of course, as the writer states, it is no longer my idea, which at times comes from thoughts I cannot explain. AI can never provide that sort of thing to a writer.

A lot of writers feel as I do, that AI will never have a say in what we write. Todays writer wonders though if maybe she is being a little harsh with her AI popup. Has He given us this tool to use to better herself and others. If so, it should not be ignored. I have never thought of AI in that fashion, as a gift from Him to be used to benefit others, but I don't think her questioning AI's existence will change it. I suppose it could be helpful if I was to run my daily post through it to clean it up. I know I make mistakes grammatically so a cleanup would be nice I suppose. But to run it past AI and have it check content would not do. It would come back with information that I am sure would not match up with my statements, and the information it comes back with was put out to the internet by humans who are many times putting out their opinions, which will be considered factual by AI as it doesn't know any better. If I were to select AI's suggestions, then I am no longer the writer. The world is, and that is unacceptable.

AI has it's uses, no doubt about it. I continue to say that when the Tesla robots are a bit more functionable put me on the waiting list. I was out turning over my flower bed (more of that today) with my back aching an thought wouldn't it be great to have something else doing this for me, pulling out all the weeds and turning over the soil. Carting the bags of topsoil out of the garage would also be nice. Cooking dinner, having a helper in the kitchen who would wash the prep dishes so I wouldn't have to, or stir the dish as to make sure the sauce doesn't get too think. Yes indeed! I can think of a dozen tasks it could do right away for me to make my life a bit easier. But not to look over my shoulder and read what I wrote and make suggestions. And don't think AI robots would not be able to do that. Ever hear of something called a digital highlighter? Pass it over a written question as you would a highlighter and up pops the answer. And you thought that todays kids couldn't get any dumber......

No doubt there are writers I read that use AI. I sometimes wonder about posts that have a couple of dozen scripture references in them. Do people really know the Bible that well, or are they getting a little outside help? Is it better to write from the heart as so many do. AI cannot do that. I look at a line from another writer this morning, who preached on Sunday, despite his cancer and pain: So, as long as I have breath, I think I’ll keep on keeping on, but all things considered, I wonder how long that will be. It feels like my strength reservoir is slowly seeping away." When a human says that, you can feel it. If said by an AI robot? Sorry, no. I'll let AI do my physical tasks in the future, not my thinking.

Three things for yesterday. Accomplished something in the garden! The good first time made recipes continue to be good. Possible solution to hanging up baskets of flowers that won't damage the work done in our outside home renovations

Inspiration for today comes in part from Gretchen Crowder, Tim Shorey and the spirit of course!

05/11/2026

From todays meditations

Many people quietly ask the same questions:“Why was I born?” “What am I really meant to do?” “Does my life actually matter?”

People who think like me (and I am positive there are others) that the spirits placement in a newborn is not random sooner or later have this question. Why were these two people chosen to be my parents? While I was composing yesterdays post, I thought of the differences between my Mom & Dad. I suppose the biggest difference was that my Mom was outgoing, and my Dad not a social animal. His interests were more of a loner variety, and, I recall that he was not a putterer, but instead, spent a lot of time in the basement. He wasn't one to just sit around the house, small as it was. Instead, he would spend time developing photographs, building balsa wood planes, and making any necessary things for a remodeling project. Mom and Dad, like night and day, and the selection committee chose these two people's first born for the spirit I now have. I have never understood this, nor will I ever. It really is the question that the above three follow.

I don't dwell on those three questions. I agree totally with the writer who claims God created me with a purpose. "Your strengths, personality, gifts, dreams, struggles, and experiences are not random." Not random, intentional. While the spirit gives all kinds of things to the human, it cannot give what genetics give, hence the intentional placement of the spirit in its earthly form. The spirit then influences its human, or at least attempts to, steering it in the direction that God wants it to take. Following the script so to speak. Have I done as asked? I hope so. If I did, there is no reason to ask why was I born. Maybe that is why I don't ask. I've been doing as I should with all that has been given to me. Which leads to the next question.

“What am I really meant to do?” My answer would be - exactly what I am doing, and this answer would be the same at any time in my life. If I was supposed to be doing something else, it would be so. I look at the number of people I know that went into the ministry after they had a career doing something else. They head that small voice asking them to leave their present occupation. That is quite a decision to make! Not just people I know but writers I read that went into the ministry, or took up writing books. At least with writing a book you can do it while working another job. Career changes often result from hearing a voice saying do this, not that, and just in case you aren't paying attention, He will cause you to change your job one way or another. He has a plan, and your own ideas may not match up so.......

“Does my life actually matter?” Why wouldn't it? If you are not here by accident, and He has given you a purpose, whether you have figured it out yet or not, then obviously your life matters to Him. I go back to one of my beliefs that every person you meet is for a reason. It may not be obvious at the time. I believe spirits do communicate with each other. That chance meeting quite likely has nothing to do with the human interaction, but everything to do with the spiritual interaction. Your life matters because without your presence in that EXACT place and time, that spiritual interaction does not take place, and there just might be a domino effect because of that.

The writers three questions are the filling for a sandwich. My first question of "why were these two people chosen to be my parents?" is one slice of bread. The other slice is just as important and is a question that I cannot answer. "Why am I still here?" Personally I do not ask it, but there are a whole lot of suffering people that I'm sure ask it as well as caregivers who ask. I read of people in pain and suffering who believe that there existence is to provide proof that with faith they can get through their days. Being an example to others as to what faith can do. However, I could ponder for days the purpose of keeping a 90+ year old person with dementia, who can do nothing except sit, not even able to hold their head up, why on earth is this person still with us? There is nothing that I can see that could benefit someone else left in them. Whatever purpose He put them here for has come and gone. Is it still all about the spirit communicating? What other reason could it be?

You do not need to have your entire future figured out today. You don't need to fill in the blank after the questions with an essay. All you need to keep in mind is this. God is not finished with your story. Where we are in the Book of Life that he wrote for us is unknown. Obviously at six weeks from being 75, I am kind of certain I am in the last few chapters. Yet, I saw an obituary a couple of days ago for a woman who was 106 when she passed away. I can't imagine that He has a use for me for thirty more years, but who knows - besides the spirit who has read the Book cover to cover. Letting my spirit do the guidance, assures me that I'm always going to be in exactly the right spot at the right time, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

Three things for yesterday. Lots of church, and sitting and reading before it began while my wife had choir rehearsals. Mothers Day flowers from our daughter. Amazing sales day!

Inspiration for today comes in part from Grace Cartoon and the spirit of course!

05/10/2026

From todays meditations

Moms, please, do not underestimate your value today. You are neither too much, nor too little. You are exactly what your family needs.

We had a water issue in the basement last weekend. Basically, a pipe cracked over the winter that fed the outdoor spigot for the garden hose. We had turned on the hose to check the new faucet I had put up, and since the water shut off is at the bottom near the house, I left it on as I do every year. That was on a Friday, and by Sunday when I happened to walk over to the other end of the basement, it was leaking. Badly. I shut off the water and called maintenance who found the crack, and shut the water off to the outside. They came back Monday to replace the pipe, but the damage was done, both to the things the water got into and my back for moving all I could from away from the wall and drying up what was wet. Little was lost as most was in plastic tubs. What did get damaged was a carton of photos. I was able to salvage about 25% of them. They are no longer flat, but at least they still exist. Not that I think anyone will want them when we're gone.

There were (and still are) pictures of my parents wedding, and a few of my Mom from back in my teenage years. One of them was her sitting on the couch on the phone, cigarette in hand. I remember those years, along with those early 20's years when I would some home from visiting my girlfriend at around 11:00 or so and she would be sitting in her recliner, cigarette in hand, watching the news and later Johnny Carson. I'd watch some of Johnny with her, and go to bed while she would often stay up and watch the movie after his show ended. How she got up every morning is beyond me.

When I was younger she was the typical stay at home Mom, doing all that a 1950-60s Mom would do. She ran the household. My Dad as all dads did, went to work, leaving her to deal with me and my brother. Today's writer gave a laundry list of what her Mom did before it was even 9:00, and the list covers all the mundane things that her Mom, and my Mom as well did and got no recognition for. All Moms actually. She brought us to church and Sunday School every week, She never got active in the church, perhaps due to not having any extra time in her week, but she was there - and so were we.

I think though my teenage and pre teen years were her busiest. Those were the days that she acted in the school musical every year. I recall vividly feeding her lines while she was making dinner. She never had a small part in the show which would run a good 90 minutes or more. Twice she was the president of the Mothers Club ( PTA) both when I was a senior and my brother was a senior. She was one of the movers and shakers behind our local assemblymen, later US congressmen running his campaign every year. And he never lost. We still have the gift he gave us for our wedding. As my brother and I got older, she managed to squeeze in a small part time job during the week.

She loved to garden. We had your typical 20x100 plot for our house, with a back yard. There was a couple of photos in the box of that in various stages. Initially around the perimeter there was about three feet around the sides, and ten feet in the back that she planted. Flowers of all types, roses, and a veggie or two once in a while. I can still see the bird of paradise that she managed to grow in the back, left hand corner as you stood on the porch. In later years, my Dad removed the brick pathway he had put in and converted a major part of the yard to above ground raised beds. There was a picture of those as well.

She loved to talk on the phone. Seriously. So much so that we had a very unusual thing about our phone line. It had unlimited calling, or basically a flat monthly charge if the call was made to the Virginia exchange, though it could have been the VI3- exchange. She and two of her best friends had this as they were constantly on the phone, or so it seemed, every night. It was impossible to make or receive a call without requesting phone usage ahead of time. Sometimes I would get lucky with a half hour here or there. Back in the days when guys would call their girlfriends and talk for the longest time, I'd get 15 minutes.

She was there for her Mom. When my grandparents were settled in, in Florida for a few years, my grandfather had a stroke. I recall my Mom going down to help her mother out for a while. This might have been one of the reasons my parents left NYC when they did. My grandmother passed away in 1983, two years before my Mom. I don't know when my grandfather passed away, but I am sure before that.

My Mom passed away in 1985, at the age of 61. Yes, 50 years of smoking did her in. She missed a lot because of that. We missed a lot because of that as well. I do not try to figure out His reasons for calling her spirit home. Maybe it wasn't early. Maybe it was in her script. I do know though, people who smoked longer than her who did not pass away from cancer, and those that never smoked who passed away from lung cancer. I don't believe as many do that my relatives are waiting in heaven to see me again. I do believe that her spirit by now, might be in another middle aged body taking another stab at life in a temporary home. Or maybe sitting on the pool deck, with a scotch on the rocks, her favorite drink. Happy Mothers Day Mom's old spirit .

Three things for yesterday. Pizza turned out great again. Likewise mini carrot cake. Klondike. My new favorite time wasting tablet game.

Inspiration for today comes in part from Grace Thomas and the spirit of course

05/09/2026

From todays meditations

You are courting a number, and the number does not have eyes. That is idolatry. Repent.

A very interesting point of view that I did not see coming when I began to read the post. The writer begins with our breaking of the first commandment, thou shalt have no other gods before me. That we think we don't break it, but we do every single day. He goes on to say that most of us break it before breakfast. I saw where this was going, and initially, I was right. "We break it in the soft glow of the phone we keep face down on the nightstand like a small dark altar." Of course! We worship the phone and it gets checked by those addicted to it if not the first thing after rolling out of bed, then certainly within the first 15 minutes. I admit, I was wrong. It wasn't the fact that the phone was checked, it was WHAT was checked. This read tied in with another tab I had open that I was thinking of writing on, and it is a perfect fit in my opinion.

I do not usually quote a large piece of a post, but it is necessary. It would lose its effect if only a sentence was extracted. "You sleep with one eye on Tokyo and one eye on Frankfurt, because the markets do not rest, and your gods, like the gods of the heathen, demand a vigilance their worshippers cannot afford. The ticker does not know your name. It will not visit you in the hospital. When your daughter is married it will not weep at the wedding, and when your son is buried it will not come to the funeral. You are courting a number, and the number does not have eyes. That is idolatry. Repent." The first thing you check is the markets, and money therefore becomes an idol. No doubt this is not what everyone checks as the first thing on their phone. Maybe the only people who do so are those somewhat invested in the markets. I don't check that as the first thing, but, I do check it a few times a day, especially because of the situation in the world where any little international thing can move the markets more than I would like. It's often easy to forget WHO is orchestrating the events of the world, and I suspect He is not all that concerned with the effect on the worlds markets!

I was a CNBC ju**ie and to be honest, if I could still watch it on the PC for free, I would be. I vividly recall what has been labeled "The Haines Bottom Call", when the S&P had dropped to 666 and the Dow to 6732. March 9,2009. He basically said, we've hit the bottom. Its uphill from here. I recall as well the tech crash known as the dot.com crash in 2000. NASDAQ dropped 77% in two years. I've got to say, if money was your idol during those two periods, you probably panicked. I did not, which is one of the reasons that we are on solid ground financially today. Of course, around the bend, who knows what lurks. Money has never been an idol.

Maybe this is partially due to the way I was brought up. I don't know what other kids got for an allowance but I remember mine when I was a freshman in high school. I'm pretty sure it was $5 a week (1965) and I had to buy anything I wanted for lunch, subway fare, and after school bowling. I had less than a dollar a week for myself, and in 1966 I began smoking, but all I could afford was a pack a week. Sure, money is nice to have and better to have it than not, but having grown up NOT being able to have or do everything I wanted probably had something to do with the importance I placed on money. This in turn has moved me towards the knowing that money is a gift. From Him. And if he has bestowed good fortune on me/us it is because we are to regift part of it. One will not do that if money is their idol.

I look at the markets today and think like Yogi Berra. Can it be deja vu all over again? I don't believe so, but, only He knows. I look at my potential RMD distribution and know that we will have to either give more away, or give it to Uncle. We'll settle for someplace in between, doing both. I'm good with that, giving money away. Hopefully We will find some more local ones to support. Yes I check the futures a couple of times before the opening bell, but I still believe what I felt back in the day. It's all Monopoly money. Just a number, not an idol. A roll of the dice can change ones life very easily.

Three things for yesterday. Ordered some stuff from Amazon, being the big spender that I am. Sesame oil, deodorant, and tacks to hold up planting hooks. A 6" carrot cake. Another new recipe success.

Inspiration for today comes in part from Seth Porch, Kendall Lankford and the spirit of course!

05/08/2026

From todays meditations

The ad popped up and promised to help me become an interesting person at parties. Should I be offended at what my algorithm is implying?

I have never seen such an ad pop up. All I can think of for that to be, is that whatever it is that Google uses to send an ad like that must think I am an interesting person due to what I read. Personally, interesting is on the bottom of my list when it comes to saying what I am. There may be things about my life that one would find interesting. My unusual body clock that considers most days a 1:15AM to 8:00 PM with a nap in the middle, that is interesting. My comfort in quiet places. My unusual spiritual beliefs. My complete lack of knowledge regarding TV and movies. I could go on. But me myself, I do not consider myself interesting.

The ad popup wanted the receiver to purchase an app to make him interesting. It was based on feeding him a summary of books that everyone was reading so he could discuss a book with anyone he might come across at a party. He would be considered knowledgeable and - an interesting person. No longer a boring person to talk to. Maybe the kinds of parties that he might attend has people who discuss the NY Times best seller book list. I could see an app like that, that might feed you the news in the old twitter style of 140 characters or the more modern chatGPT "summarize it to 100 words" I could even be an interesting person with that. I'd know what is going on in all sorts of things that I really have little or no interest in so if someone were to ask me what do you think..... I would have an answer or them, and be - more interesting. The writer has some problems with this whole concept of being interesting though.

First, it assumed that acquiring information via sound bites it's enough to keep another person interested in you and what you have to say. Stuffing your mind with facts doesn't accomplish anything in the long run. Personally for me, if I were to read a sound bite today, and meet a person at a party on Sunday and the topic came up in conversation, I would have forgotten what I read or heard because at the time, I had little interest in it . You need to read more deeply even to the point of reading a book on what you just read in short form. You might then become more interesting due to your knowledge of a subject.

His second problem is that it assumes that to be interesting you need to impress people with your knowledge. He states that the most impressive people he has met usually have questions, not those who are know it all's. They interact, because they want to learn. It's funny when I think back to my working days. Maybe times have changed, but back then, knowing something that no one else knew how to do was a way of life. I worked with a guy who was exactly opposite that, and I became the same way. Just ask me and I will tell you how to do it. Knowledge was meant to be shared, not horded. Just ask was one of his mantras. It was totally logical too. If more than one person knows how to do something it means that you do not have to do it yourself all the time. The fact that for the most part no one knew what I did was not my fault. They didn't want to know!

Finally there is this. Does it matter how others perceive me or how He sees me? Does He see me as an interesting person, because that is what really matters. The truth of the matter is He finds us all interesting because, how we are is how we are written to be (if we are following the script). At a chit chat session I cannot tell you the name of any football player to play in umpteen years. I know little about most other sports. I cannot discuss a movie or TV show. I don't read a lot in the news unless it relates to the markets and money in general. He never wired me to think about those sort of things now that I approach 75. I am not interesting to many people. Unless of course the conversation turns to dreams. Then things could get - interesting, and since I believe He and the spirit have something to do with that......

Three things for yesterday. Found a recipe for a 6" carrot cake to make today. Bought a few dahlia bulbs to plant. Soon. Able to do all the dinner prep standing up. First time in a long time I could do that.

Inspiration for today comes in part from Seth Lewis and the spirit of course!

05/07/2026

From todays meditations

God offers those who seek him the intimacy of friendship. It’s a friendship strong enough to rescue us from the horrors of hell, yet tender enough to comfort us when our circumstances don’t work out like we hoped.

The writer asks - do you consider God your friend. For me, the answer is of course. When did you begin to think this? Tough to pin a date on that. I surely remember being taught that we have a friend in Jesus back in my Sunday School days. But God being a friend, I don't remember that, In fact while I never feared God growing up, there were a LOT of times in the Old Testament that he became angry. Seemed to me that one did not want to get on His bad side. I still believe that today. But as a date, I still consider it the day we sold our house to move to Pennsylvania in 1993. That day I received a phone call and was told our house was sold, and the vision in my head at that moment of Him punching me in the shoulder laughing and saying "gotcha". I had previously asked him what day we would sell our house a year prior, but had neglected to add the year when I asked Him if the day I thought was correct. The day came and went, and a year later, the house sold. That stands out as the day our friendship surely began.

I believe Him to be my friend to the extent that should He return in my lifetime (and I am fairly certain that He will not), He would seek me out as well as all the others who reside here with voluntarily returned spirits. "Folks, how is it going? What do you think about the Books I wrote for you. Pretty good right? Not perfect of course, as no one escapes all trials but compared to many, well, just look around!"

I believe Him to be my friend because a good friend is one you can discuss anything with. Outside of my wife, I honestly will say I have no human friends I can do that with. A friend or two I do have, but not on that level. Anyone else living here in God's waiting room is merely an acquaintance. You don't blame a friend for your circumstances. Monday when I woke up hurting, I certainly did not blame Him for that. And now a few days later the pain that came from moving all those bins is pretty much gone and I'm back to where I was in the mending process. I'm no different in my discussions as some of the writers I read who have some serious pain issues, and at this point in their lives, don't blame God for any of it.

He's a friend that doesn't answer all questions, but what human friend can do that anyway. I can say to Him "I just don't get it" for both the blessings in my life, and those occasional setbacks, like moving tubs of memory boxes. Not that I had a choice in the matter though. I was quite concerned though that I had undone all the good that physical therapy had done for me. In talking with my PT yesterday, she told me that the fact that I had pain on only my right side and NOT my entire lower back was a good thing. Just muscle strain that my ibuprofen/tylonol/lidocaine regiment would fix. It could have possibly been worse. Coincidence that I probably picked up these bins and favored my right side when lifting and did NOT pick them up squarely putting pressure on both sides of my back - or something else? Hmmm. A good friend has your back, no pun intended.

He's been a friend from before I was born, giving a thumbs up to the selection committee in the placing of my spirit in me, rather than someone else. It truly is a Last Day question for me to ask. Why was I chosen? I do not believe it was at random.

Some might think calling God a friend is a little out of line. Thinking that you are a buddy so to speak is not like saying you and your companies CEO are best of friends when you have never met the man. I have never met God, but my spirit has, and in fact, it was once a part of God. So has your spirit something that all, those that are in the one and done camp, and the reincarnated, can share the same belief. That spirit link alone is why we all can call ourselves a friend of God. Remember this too. A friend will not get bored listening to you come the end of the day. A friend wants to know how your day went, both good and bad, even though He already knows. A good friend is happy to listen.

Three things for yesterday. PT told me I'm walking much better. That is a GREAT thing. Food shopping. Still no donut, as these last couple of pounds to get to my BMI are stubborn to lose. Arts and crafts night.

Inspiration for today comes in part from Becky Towes and the spirit of course!

05/06/2026

From todays meditations

There is an increase in people doing knitting or crochet.

I began to read this post and thought, this is more of the same that I have written about before, and it is, but seeing that line near the bottom of the post and living in THIS household - well! I now give you the first line of the post: What do you do when you have a few minutes with nothing to do?

Of course I knew as does most of the world. You scroll. I pick on the phone all the time but, tablet users do the same thing. Laptop/PC users might as well. I look at this as a boredom problem, and in a way I suppose I am a little surprised that I have not fallen into the trap. I may check some of my sites that I read during the day, but, I don't spend more than 10-15 minutes on them usually. I think back though to my days as a whiny kind walking around the house saying loud enough for my Mom to hear "I have nothing to do" over and over again until the reply of "find something to do or I will give you something to do". I don't recall her giving me anything so I must have shut up..... We all get bored.

I claim I am not a TV/movie watcher because of my hearing but it really is that doing that usually has me wanting to do something besides watching the TV. It just doesn't hold my attention, and apparently, I am not alone in this. The writer says (and how Netflix knows this I have no idea. It's scary). "They (watchers) start scrolling on their phones instead of paying attention to the movie or TV show." So Netflix asked for shows to be written in a way that are engaging (ie car chases and the like) and both simpler and repetitive in the plot creation because the attention span is just not there any longer. Their watchers are scrolling the phone while watching TV at the same time. I have never watched Netflix so I do not know if they have commercials, but if they do I suspect no one watches them, which translates into revenue should the companies want to know what percentage of people are looking at their ads.

The writer gives the obvious results of this feeling bored all the time and scrolling your life away. They are obvious and any writer who writes on this topic has said the same exact thing. Me too, so why repeat them. He also gives ideas of what we can do to fight the temptation to pick up the phone while doing something else.

You can use blockers to stop you using your phone or social media for a certain time period. I'm not sure how they work but I'm reminded of friends we see in Virginia. I remember their son and wifes children showing up with some sort of hand held device where a preset time limit had been entered for the day, say two hours. Their parents could reset it if they were visiting someone, but at home, once the time was gone, that was it. They needed to find something else to do.

Read a book! This could be tough for the younger generations who don't read any longer. Adults have no excuse. I usually read 2-3 books at the same time, and if the TV is a little loud (British TV doesn't need to have car chases but they at some point ALWAYS have people screaming at each other) I'll take out my hearing aids. Ahhhhh. Personally, I get more enjoyment out of a book, and it must be a book read not listened to, especially if there are ongoing characters. You kind of know what they sound like in your head. I admit, I don't pick up a book for a 5 minute nothing to do period, but I will read articles on my tablet, not just scroll posts and read comments.

Find a hobby that is offline. Try your hand at crossword puzzles. Gardening. Or - There is an increase in people doing knitting or crochet. Yes, I can see why that may be. Doing needle work is something that to my way of looking at it, must be paid attention to and with both hands filled with needles, the phone must be set aside. In addition should you pay more attention to what you are watching on TV, you just might make a mistake and have to rip out hours worth of work. I take a pass on ever doing something like this though I have read of clubs composed of just men who do needle work. Perhaps because this sort of thing can be done while watching sports on TV.

Of course I will add mine. It's OK to have the brain do nothing but listen for the small voice, the originator of thoughts from places unknown. That voice cannot be heard if the brain is doing something else where watched content is clogging the pathway. Can it be heard while reading a book, pursing a hobby, or, even writing? Most definitely. But it can also come at a time when you are standing on line, taking a walk (for sure) or just sitting on the back yard enjoying nature. I'm not missing anything that would require a short attention span to digest. I'm thankful my daily script doesn't say if you are bored, grab your phone. Maybe yours doesn't say that either.

Three things for yesterday. Non permanent placement plant hooks arrived. I have my doubts that I can place a hanging basket on this and have it stick. I'll try one with a pot that just has dirt in it to see. Meal planning. I enjoy this especially because I need to create lower calorie dinners. Check out Slenderkitchen. Has keepers for sure. Reading a medical thriller, Robin Cook to be exact. Haven't read one of his books in a while. I love medical thrillers!

Inspiration for today comes in part from Simon van Bruchem and the spirit of course!

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