Posted in 2018

Criss-crossing threads ➰

While skimming through some YouTube videos recently I viewed an excerpt from the 1968 motion picture Funny Girl. One of the things that most stood out for me in this movie was the song Barbara Streisand introduced by the name of “People,” often known by the line in the chorus “People, people who need people are the luckiest people in the world”. I still remember that song for many reasons. One of these is the deep-rooted notion that we are never alone in this world, furthermore that we depend on others for more that just mere survival.

People do need people.  Together we comprise the real “fabric of our lives.” It is up to us to work with one another in creating unity. By understanding what we share in common, and better defining the boundaries of what makes us different, we can embrace our connectedness and our diversity in the long run. And this affects our own reality, both as individuals, as well as at large. The sooner we come to this realization, the quicker we are able to fall in sync with our life’s purpose and find fulfillment. If we are to survive the challenges of our changing world, we must trust ourselves, open our hearts and bond with others through the real experiences that enrich our spirits. Only then will we rise to the call of our true nature, As the song says  “you were half, now you’re whole.” 💝

Threads

Today I overheard the term “fabric of life”

Not as a complete sentence, certainly not sure of the context

I think of criss-crossing threads, a cloth of existence

That we can wrap around our selves. An assurance of realness

           Soul dressing    ©️Vcl

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St Patrick’s Day 2013~ The Limerick

leprechaun playing a violinToday was St Patrick’s Day, so we celebrated the wee bit O’ the Irish on my side of the family. A Tip O’ the hat to the Garvin kin!

Garvin  Name Meaning~ Irish: reduced Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Gairbhín‘descendant of Gairbhín’, a personal name derived from a diminutive of garbh ‘rough’, ‘cruel fate’.

Lunch was a delight..little potatoes smothered in Salsa verde, green salads and succulent slabs of corned beef and cabbage rolls. When we thought we could eat no more,  out came the fresh applesauce cake with green whipping cream and lucky coins….mmmmmm. My guess is that if St. Paddy ate like this he was probably quite rotund lol.

We celebrated with a poem called a Limerick, also an Irish tradition.

Limericks are one of the most fun and well-known poetic forms. No one knows for sure where the name “limerick” comes from, but most people assume it is related to the county of Limerick, in Ireland. They are short, rhyming, funny, and have a bouncy rhythm that makes them easy to memorize.  My Grandson Ethan Hallex wrote this Limerick. Hat’s off to him too!

A Man Named Delete.

There once was a man named Delete
His name he would have to repeat
He liked to play Lego
With his pal Eggo
Which was his favorite to eat.

I wonder if Eggo was green? Hope your day was a fun as ours 🙂

Couldn’t resist one last limerick…….;)

There was a young fellow named Hall
Who fell in a spring in the Fall.
T’would have seen a sad thing,
had he died in the Spring,
But he didn’t—he died in the fall.

~anonymus