Saturday, May 15, 2010

Difference We Cannot Foresee

We must not, in trying to think
about how can make a big difference,
ignore the small daily difference we can make
which, over time, add up to the big differences
that we
often cannot foresee.

~ Marion Wright Edelman

Of Note: Lately, I have been reading stories of people who have made a huge difference in the world. People such as Dr. Paul Farmer and Greg Mortenson. Treadmill time allows me to read books written by and about these altruistic lions. Emotionally, I want to catch the next plane to Haiti or Afghanistan to volunteer or maybe start something of my own. Realistically, of course, that is impossible--and probably not even advisable. We can't always do what our emotions dictate. Sometimes our souls have something else in mind. Like staying right in the environment we are in. For some, meditation as service is all that is required. Just think. If each of us reached out to two others the whole world would be covered overnight in a web of light. And nothing would be the same any more. Check out under "Service, Triangles" and read about one way to serve the world right from home.

Today's Weather Report: At last the sun shineth. After a rainy week, it is a welcome sight. Thankfully, because it has also been cold, the grass has not grown much. Had it been warm, it would have grown several inches and made mowing difficult. Mowing is on my mind, bet you can tell. In the house this week, I painted the old cigar Indian who guards the gardens. His paint was chipping on all surfaces where the rain and snow beat down over the last 7 or 8 years. With a new, colorful body, he is back on his rock. During a short re-installment ceremony, with me and the two dogs in attendance, I thanked him for his service. New this spring--no deer damage as these critters have either been killed by wolves or have simply flown the coup because of the new dogs. Because of this, flowers have bloomed that I've never seen before, like three different colors of grape hyacinth. Beautiful! In past years with little fanfare and stealthily during the night, the deer mowed them to the ground. I like to see deer in the distance, but deer in the garden is a non-starter.