Good morning, Netizens...
“I'm sorry for how things are in China,
I 'm sorry things ain't the way they used to be
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
Because you're not here with me...”
(The late great John Denver)
As I climb from my honorable Putzmobile in front of The Virtual Ballroom this morning, the neighborhood is truly in a tizzy. Folks across the street are moving, using the combined forces of an entire church population to get the job done, three other neighbors are weed whacking with those ludicrously-loud gas-powered weed whackers and Foghorn, not wanting to put up with any of that, is packing her granddaughter for a trip to Silverwood, which probably makes more noise than all the other pandemonious disharmonies combined.
As I cut through the Virtual Garden, I notice the Garden Gnomes are all hiding beneath the cucumber vines and among the squash plants from the noise, but by then I am in full retreat from the cacophony, my hands over my ears.
To my astonishment, the Ghost of Robert Burns is sitting in this morning as our barrista at the Virtual Espresso Bar, and he slides a cup of something that looks pretty innocuous, even for one of our infamous espresso blends, adding, “It's called Pacem in Terris” and it is for Saturday mornings when things will simply not quiet down and let nature take over peacefully.”
One sip and I'm ready for the day, indeed. What about you?
Are you still living in discord and disharmony or are you living in Peace? Given the events of this last month, that seems like a pretty good way to start the day.