The express postman left a parcel for us about a week ago. We had been waiting for it and it just so happened that he left it at the wrong door. A passerby in a nearby address noticed it sitting right by the door. It’s surprising that no one bothered to pick it up off the street and run away with it during the entire week. It appears that there are still some honest people in the world. This pedestrian did spot it and brought it to a proper door where he found one of us.
Wow! Really! What if a snow storm came and buried the parcel? Thank God for the occasional saint!
Speaking of weather, it has been quite mild for this time of year. Temperatures are in the plus, just above freezing. Unfortunately I’m not getting much of the action. With assignments such as an overhaul in the kitchen, I didn’t once get a whiff of the outside air until before bedtime. God, is the air good. Let me rephrase, “God is the good air.”
These days are fine in the sense that Gitas are going out and getting distributed. That good Lord that I’m talking about is pleased when the most famous dialogue of all time, between Himself and the soul (represented here by Arjuna) is being shared. Surely in these times of stress people could use some good guidance as is delineated in the 700 verse masterpiece. We could all use a little more “Peace on Earth.”
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2020/12/thursday-december-10-2020.html
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