Interesting blog. It reminds me of my grandmother and my great aunt who nearly missed our Christmas Eve dinner years ago. Only seeing each other on holidays, because they didn't live in the same city, they had planned to surprise us with a fortune for Christmas. My grandmother had had a dream about where her parents had buried the family silver during the Civil War, so the two of them donned old pants and shirts and carried a shovel and hoe to the old home place only to find nothing but big rocks. But when they finally arrived at my mother's house for dinner looking exhausted and bedraggled, they were our treasure.
Raised by the daughter of a minister, I learned that all humans are connected through a spiritual force. This force is non-denominational. The force is apparent in varying degrees in all humankind; just like the smell of garlic, or the aroma of buttercups, or the presence or non-presence of freckles. Sometimes it is a good thing and sometimes it is not. But, what we do with this force in life is a personal choice. I believe that life is truly a miracle. No explanation, to date, has yet to completely explain this entity of existence in human terms. I accept life as a gift: one to be used and not abused.
Chahta Chatter will not appeal to most bloggers, I am sure. It is based on moments of contemplation and reflections of life. If you don't have an interest in philosophically intellectual curiosity, you will not find my voice worthwhile. Sensitive thinkers and those who express themselves best with feeling may enjoy sharing their reflections on my thoughts.
Interesting blog. It reminds me of my grandmother and my great aunt who nearly missed our Christmas Eve dinner years ago. Only seeing each other on holidays, because they didn't live in the same city, they had planned to surprise us with a fortune for Christmas. My grandmother had had a dream about where her parents had buried the family silver during the Civil War, so the two of them donned old pants and shirts and carried a shovel and hoe to the old home place only to find nothing but big rocks. But when they finally arrived at my mother's house for dinner looking exhausted and bedraggled, they were our treasure.
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