Once, ever so often, I manage to sleep for 4 hours or longer. Normally, it is an hour here or two hours there. Last night was such an occasion & I must admit, when it happens, I revel in it, for I know it will be followed a bad episode.
So while this feeling of euphoria & freshness abounds with much happiness, I will try and seek out the source.
The Internet says “Inner peace (or peace of mind or inner calmness) refers to a state of being mentally and spiritually at peace, with enough knowledge and understanding to keep oneself strong in the face of discord or stress”
Well I never!
Marilyn Briant-Rockmore (on blog tinybuddha.com) says – “Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict from life, but the ability to cope with it.” Unkown. She further investigates what Inner Peace means to her. Interesting.
The huffingtonpost.com and Ashley Davis Bush, LCSW is a relationship expert, grief counselor and the author of six self-help books, discusses the matter even further.
Do we constantly attend to the “gloom and doom” voices in our heads, bombarded by each day’s supply from the media?
I know, as a sample of one, that the reports about the state of things in South Africa troubles me. The world bayed for the end of that practice of Apartheid & now I wonder if the Freedom so hard fought for, has brought the just rewards to the Rainbow Nation, for which they so richly deserve?
Equally so, I think about what if that Trump chap becomes President, do the good people of America really want his finger near that red button!
Perhaps it was paying more attention to ‘Me Time’? Normally I find it a pleasure or even an honour to help others. But not yesterday.
Planning for a proposed trip back to South Africa left me feeling excited with the prospect of seeing first hand, what has transpired in that wonderful country. Whether a few weeks would do the investigation any justice is quite another matter.
Goal setting & planning can bring their own set of pitfalls?
September does seem a long way away, but hopefully there will be a few more Inner Peace moments along the way?
Now before everyone gets their knickers in a knot, let me tell you a story.
I live in an area where there is a wonderful abundance of senior citizens, most of them above 75 & some of them pretty close to 100.
One of them in particular, is a source of some amazing anecdotes.
About age she says I am a trainee senior citizen & that she is ‘knocking’ on Heavens door.
Of course she has been known to call me a young whipper snapper too, especially when, as she puts it, I don’t ‘look lively’!
Back to her story & that day out.
This is a country with a booming old age community & there are many wonderful groups that dedicate their time to keeping these oldies(?) active & amused.
Well Sybil (let’s call her that) – a seriously devout lady, Irish & of course Catholic. She reminds me a lot of Mrs Fawlty, waylaid me while I was outside swearing at the weeds and asked me if I knew anything about computers.
“A bit”, I answered. One must be very careful with this lady, for she has a razor like mind & a tongue to go with it. Before you know it, one is walking the plank after receiving a severe lashing on the poop deck!
She wanted to learn about computers as her grandchildren were always playing with those gizmos and she had signed up to attend a class on computers for senior citizens.
Well, off she went & came back with the mutters.
Apparently the young man giving the class was worse than a whipper snapper. He was a ‘snotty nosed little smart arse’. Her words, not mine!
He had told her she had disrupted the class with all her questions.
Poor chap, I should have warned him?
He had been going on about how computers could open up her world to a wealth of experiences, to which she replied – “Young man, I have had more life experiences in one day than you will have in your life time”
It was about now that she brought the class to a standstill with ‘that’ question.
“Does God read Social Media”?
Poor fellow, perhaps he should watch the film – Miracle on 34th Street?
In 1856 Samuel Beeton persuaded his wife, Isabella, to be a joint editor with him in a new publishing venture, a monthly paper called The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine. Initially priced at 2d, this was the first cheap magazine for young middle-class women, and it was an immediate commercial success, with an advertised circulation of 50,000 copies by 1856. (Ref: British library)
One wonders if this type of magazine would be published today, would it be considered Sexist or at the very least ill advised?
When the above mentioned magazine is compared to today’s offerings, with circulation in the millions, could one consider today’s ‘Good Housekeeping’ (Circulation +/- 500,000) an indication of what might have been?
When visiting the local supermarket, one just has to look at the Magazine isle to see what is on offer, the predominance of which could be considered for the ladies to choose from. This is a presumption on my part, as I observed more women perusing the racks than men.
Many of today’s magazines are becoming digital offerings, both free & by subscription. Does this indicate a positive trend & perhaps the death knell of print? Only time will tell.
Can you imagine how difficult it would have been, starting your first Blog way back in Roman times?
Well, I believe this is what got him killed.
He was often seen, jotting down some notes on his tablet while sitting in the Forum. Of course they had tablets in those days & I would not be surprised if this is where Apple got it first idea from.
Of course it was a version 1.0 tablet. A simple wax tablet with a pointed metal stylus. No storage facility. No auto spell correction. If you made a mistake you used your thumb to ‘rub’ it out & started all over.
Then when Anthony got home he would laboriously transcribe his daily notes on to a scroll, the Roman Blog, written on a long strip of paper rolled around a stick.
Soon, other members of the Forum asked to look at his Blog & depending on what he had written, this content was well received.
Content appeared to be Emperor!
His followers grew from one or two to a few dozen, but Anthony soon realised that he needed to come up with a better method of distribution.
Building his audience began to be uppermost in his mind.
He began leaving little snippets of his next Blog lying around the Forum, enticing prospective followers with a call to action.
More Scribes were hired & soon had a functioning list from which he could sub divide & direct certain of his Blog entries to those particular followers.
But more was to come. Some of the merchants in the town heard about this Blog & asked Anthony to include carefully worded bits about their products. These merchants were prepared to pay handsomely for this privilege.
And before he knew it, Anthony had to give up his day job in the Forum & concentrate full-time on his wealth building Blog.
But sadly, among his many followers, there were a group of jealous members. They were a soulless bunch, with little or no creative or entrepreneurial spirit. Most of all, they envied the wealth he had created from his Blog.
They plotted his demise and as we all know, Anthony’s last recorded words were “Et Tu Brute?”
There is no getting away from it. Being outside in the sun does wonders for one’s state of mind.
I had been fudging on getting a start with this year’s seed sewing, waiting for that ideal sunny day. Well, there was no dodging that today & out I went, with trusty trowel in hand, ready to prepare some trays.
Soon the seed trays were filled with some of my home-made compost, dutifully sifted to provide the perfect home for some Cobra Green Bean seeds.
Things took a bit longer this year which saddened me.
The arrival of Mr Bee with some of his mates, cheered me up as they went weaving drunkenly from Pansy to Pansy, as if they had been on a bender the night before?
The flowers had all turned their garishly painted faces towards the sun, tempting the bees with their multi coloured faces & sweet smelling pollen. Now I ask you. What red blooded bee could turn down an offer like that?
All to soon, I was breathless, with perspiration running down my face. Only five seed trays & already I was struggling.
This does not bode well for the growing season ahead, but it was a necessity.
The puce white skin, which would bring shame to any Ex Pat South African was in desperate need of a bit of colour. One of the neighbours had already indicated some concern as to whether I had intended to remove my T-Shirt.
Maybe not today. My face & legs were enough.
It was grand being outside again.