A MARVELOUS DAY ON PLANET EARTH

The Sun is shining brightly! The weather forecast for the next week is promising. This is my week for getting the yard cleaned up. The grass will be long by the end of the week. Several of my neighbors have already mowed their lawns.

I have been reading about time being an illusion. I had an interesting experience this Morning. I was sitting in my chair doing the Sunday crossword puzzle. At some point, I looked at the clock and it was 7:45. I generally let the chickens out about 8:30 this time of year. I thought, “I will work on this puzzle until it is time to let the chickens out.” I kept working on the puzzle, and glancing at the clock occasionally, and noting that it wasn't 8 O'clock yet. I was amazed that I seemed to be whipping through this puzzle so fast. It didn't seem to me, I could finish, it before the time to let the chickens out. When I did finish, I was on my way to brag to Jamie how fast I did the Sunday puzzle, when it occurred to me, the clock was stopped. I checked the other clocks, it was 9 O'clock. I don't know how I did this. Every time I looked at the clock it had to say the same time. Yet, I was only looking for it, not to be 8:30. It didn't register that the hands didn't move.

Since I am In my 82^nd year on planet Earth, I probably shouldn't share such lunacies; but I have had marvelous ones when I was twenty, forty and sixty too.

I am noticing age, though, I was walking through the yard yesterday, contemplating the clean-up that was due. What would have seemed routine a few years ago, appeared overwhelming. Perhaps, it was just my mind space yesterday. It has never been a good thing for me, to contemplate how big the mountain is, it has always worked to just get the shovel and start working.

Of course, there is an other hand, bodies do age and I certainly can feel the limitation, generally I accept it. One goes slow and steady and doesn’t get hung up on the time.

Well, it is Naked Gardening Day. It is only 60F here. A little too chilly for me. I was going to research it and find out if the day was created for a lark or if it does have a tradition. In some other Western Countries, nudity, on your own property, is your business and if people don't like it they can avert their eyes. I had friends, stationed in Germany, who told me they saw folks working around their yards nude. I am sure the attitude varied from Country to Country and city to town. I minored in anthropology and I know many societies did not associate nakedness with lewdness. Where did we get the strange idea that nakedness was impure or lewd? I know it predates Christianity; but Christianity really put the stamp on it. It seems, we in the U.S. are more rigid than any European Country.

I don't want to make further comment on our economic system, until I can see more clearly. Things have changed. It appears that precious metal prices can no longer be suppressed; but is this temporary; I don't know. In a couple weeks things will be more clear.

We can just, “Go along as we started out just looking for things to sing about”, that is a phrase from a song my Mother loved to sing. It goes on to say “ where a goat steps elegantly through the dew and down where a bean row grew.” Then there is a line that says, “Maybe I don't sing pretty, sometimes I hope I do, but if folks disapprove, one of us will have to move, because I can't stop singing until I am through” I loved that song and I loved my Mother.

Keep loving and singing and have a marvelous day!

Love and Peace, Gregg

P.S. I think the opening line of the song is, "As I went out I saw a bird on a bush, it swelled its throat and spoke a proud and in the end a brook joined in real loud, as I was going along,"