Spring has attached itself to me and I’m loving it. It’s not that there is any measurable difference among the four seasons within the walls of the Palace, thanks to hands- on temperature controls, but now that spring is here and the sun shines gloriously through large, all-encompassing windows revealing the awesomeness of the world beyond, it is wondrous to behold. It puts a spring in my ‘springless’ legs, fresh air in my tired lungs, and contentment in my heart.
That’s it. I’m content here. Comfortable and content. I don’t know how I could make my life better. And, I am in full control of it, for the time being.
The serendipitous events that resulted from moving here nearly two and a half years ago are the rewards I’ve reaped in my continuing effort to reinvent myself. Along the way, I find I’m discovering wonderful new things to explore and interesting people with whom to exchange ideas on a regular basis. It’s been a journey that has evolved out of my lifelong nagging curiosity about almost everything. It’s part of my genetic makeup and not one generally shared by others who find it aggravating, I’m sure. Many are too fearful living the routine of life itself to be curious and adventuresome enough to discover the hidden treasures around them. I think they spend so much time concerning themselves about the hereafter that they fail to enjoy the rewards that each day offers. That’s where openly secular people have a definite advantage over religious folk.
Speaking of rewards…the other evening I went to the lobby to mail my absentee ballot and I heard beautiful piano music emanating from the Ivory Keys Cafe. I knew it had to be my neighbor across the hall, Dorothy Carmichael as she’s the only one living here who plays that well. So, the music called and I followed its charm to the nearest chair next to the piano where I remained until she stopped playing over an hour later. Then we came to my apartment where we listened and watched YouTube concerts of some famous pianists playing Beethoven and Ravel Concertos for another two hours.
Dorothy’s specialty is religious music and I rarely hear her playing anything else. She has some beautiful arrangements that I really enjoy. Music is her passion and her husband was a Lutheran minister. And, I like religious music…I just don’t want to have to go to church to hear it. So, as an example, I have access to almost every requiem ever written on my computer, and 50 or 60 different arrangements of Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring (which isn’t even one of my favorites), dozens and dozens of Gregorian Chants and all kinds of other liturgical music. For, not holding any religious beliefs, I clearly enjoy the music that has sprung from various religions. Likewise, I’d fail miserably if asked what the lyrics were to any hymn. I’m not interested…in fact they are just an unpleasant distraction for me.
Religious beliefs should be closely held, I think. I think Jesus said so too. People here love to talk about church, going to church, thinking about church, who was in church, what was said at church, what music they sang at church, when the next service is, and so on. I don’t have a problem with that but I have do have difficulty keeping my eyes from rolling backward when I’m hear what some people actually believe to be true. It’s as if Newton and Galileo never existed not to mention half the members of the National Academy of Sciences, the brightest people in the world. It’s okay to believe whatever you want but it just bears out the stupidity factor when one doesn’t pay attention to lessons in science. It also explains the cognitive dissonance they express and the stress they feel because of it. It’s a simple fact: some folk encase themselves in superstitions and fairy tales for so long that they are afraid to find out they may have been mistaken so they surround themselves with like-minding individuals. They are truly afraid…of everything.
On another topic: I love it that Obama is going to Kenya because it will reignite the crazy “birthers” and radical right wing conservatives like spontaneous combustion. It’s so ridiculous (think borderline insanity) to believe Obama was born anywhere other than Hawaii. His mother was born in Wichita and I’m not sure she ever left the US. I am positive Barack Obama was born in Hawaii. I have a photocopy of his live birth certificate. That’s aside from two different newspapers published in 1961 both announcing his birth on Aug. 4th long before anyone thought he might be the future POTUS. I guess one has to remember there is a need, after all, to fabricate conspiracy theories for the Fox Entertainment Channel.
So, I digressed.
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