Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Blessed and Blighted

“We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?”
                              Louise Penny, A Rule Against Murder

What count matters
We can count all kinds of things

Money (which comes and goes)
Hurts (they only grow)
Problems (if you look for them you’ll find them)

Those things we count pull our energy

And if we count the wrong things we are soon
And (of course), afraid

All we can see is evil

But there is evil, and there is good
And there is hate, and there is love

There are wonderful things we can count

And when we count what is good
When we count the things for which we are grateful
Winter mornings
Birds on the wing
Deer wandering through the snow
Cats sleeping on our laps
A favored dog asleep at our feed
The smile of children
Acts of kindness

When our energy goes into what is good

The Good grows
Gains energy
And ultimately
Love wins

(Don’t overcome evil with evil, overcome evil with good)

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