Bill's Meaning to Life
Good morning … late morning,We found ourselves back in bed for a late nap. Sweetie came over little longer than expected J He wasn’t much into talking though. I think he had to let things settle down in his mind some more. He might stop back today … we’ll have to see. Know he’s got a whole lot built up in there. L Let it go, let it go, let it go… Hmm, seems that was an old girl scout song. Anyone know it? Chairs in too, but we’re having adjustment troubles … hard to get comfortable anywhere with the aches and pains. Seems to be working with an added pillow.
Hmm, one more catch-up … we have to let go of the Bears for another season. I hadn’t realized Rex Grossman was such a new QB. Whoo … only six previous quarters played in professional football?? Just know that wasn’t going to happen! Think he only had 6 completed passes (and he was doing a lot of passing) in the first half. Then there was that other guy who kept running in the TD’s we weren’t watching too good. Sure, there was a lot more, but umm you know rubbing backs higher priority than even … da bears ;)
Ehh enough said there … We’re hoping for Seattle and Pittsburgh now for the big game. We’ll see … not so good at picking these kind of stuff. I suppose this disproves the theory that the nicest uniforms wins … Really not sold on the Steelers helmet L I suppose that is why they earn the big bucks!
Not much else going on here. I should be getting back to school. But, not quite yet. Hmm, does anyone remember if I took my medicine? Shoot. We’re thinking not. Kinda scared about putting it in our tummy again. Ok, I know … going … mark time at 10:45 am. L
Mmm, having some hot chocolate now and listening to Celine Dion. Life’s not so bad. Yesterday I tried looking for questions on the meaning of life. I found this site written by Bill, this middle-aged guy who used to be a Rabbi but is now into writing software. He says to go ahead and swipe whatever as long as we give him credit. So, we figured we would entertain Bill’s thoughts over the course of the year and figure it out for ourselves.
This is Bill’s introduction …
INTRODUCTION
The Talmud teaches: Just before a baby is born, an angel shows it everything there is to know and learn on Earth. Then at the moment of birth, the angel touches the infant’s upper lip, and the child forgets everything. We spend the rest of our lives remembering what the angel showed us.This is a generic guide to the meaning of life.It does not describe one view of the meaning of life and recommend you adopt it. It helps you remember what the angel showed you.The angel showed you the meaning of life.In case you have not remembered yet, here is what the angel showed you.
1. You Will...
LAND HERE
Just exactly as if you are landing a spaceship from another galaxy, your soul enters your body and lands here on Earth. Perhaps you come from out of nowhere, out of nothingness. Or else you had a previous existence somewhere, in another realm or in this realm, and you have forgotten it. Perhaps you land here of your own free choice.Or some cosmic force some karma beyond you causes you to land on this planet; and you have no choice. No matter. This is Earth. You land and stay for a while.
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Ok, and then let it be so. This is Earth, this is me, and here we go. ‘Cept, we been going for 46 some years now. Thing is … I don’t have such a good memory for it all. Like I know there were years that I was married, but now that they are well over, I don’t really remember what it was really like. What comes to mind first is I had to pick up a lotta dirty socks. We’re against that idea now days. I think when that Angel touched my upper lip; she slipped and dragged her finger against my lower lip too. Maybe that is why we whimper so often about forgetting.
We were just thinking that maybe God has a white feathery robe and souls are like the feathers that fall out when he dances and then the Angels collect them and put them in babies. Just at the tiniest level of cell creation. So, it is not that we become out of nothing. We are tiny specks of God’s wherewithal.
Well it’s a theory at least. J Between the point of the last paragraph and this one, I fell asleep for a while. I had a dream. We were back at Minnesota and living with the family I had growing up. We were angry. I was back there as a guest. The dream started out with me being down in the basement, but my brother had been there for a long extension of time and had remodeled the basement. There was very little furniture. When I woke up down there I was sleeping on the cement floor; a part of the unfinished walking space of the floor. I thought I would do something good and tidy things up. There had been a dresser and another empty sleeping bag. I think I lost it though when a mouse ran across my path where I had been sleeping. I made a half-hearted attempt to end its life with a broom, but I was too scared of it to stand close enough for a real swat and it scurried away.
I remember there being people upstairs when I went up … the arrangements of furniture were odd. I know I needed a smoke. Somehow, I ended up in a car with my mother. She was driving. I started to explain the conditions in which I would stay. I wanted the desk I’d seen in the basement to go up to my room so I could do homework. She said or did something though to make me realize that she was planning that I leave and was not welcome to stay. When I asked her what time frame she had in mind, she indicated it couldn’t be too soon, though she’d wait the day if she had to. I remember the thought I would need to figure out where I would get a job and live and that I was freed, but unprepared.
Then I wondered if I should be looking north of Minneapolis where she was, or Winona, where I’d gone to school, then I remembered I had kids back in Chicago, but I didn’t know how to get all the way back. I ended up with a Sunday newspaper and started to look wondering what I was qualified for, but then the dream ended.
Now when I think of my soul landing on Earth, I feel a little bad it had landed with this woman. Mostly because she didn’t want it. So, I guess it found a way to get to Chicago, because here I am in my own home with kitties and computer and things about me. Maybe that point is important … A soul will keep searching until it finds its place. All the other places it has been are irrelevant, unless one wants to appreciate the distance it has traveled to get us to the right spot.
Now, I look around at my desk and I see things that remind me, I’ve been here for some time. I see the empty plate from lunch and think tomatoes have found their way to my fridgerater and those beautiful color pencils swirl in their cup teasing me to spend some time coloring. We’ve thought before being a multiple if we had more than one soul. I think you only get one soul per body. So, we must be sharing ours. If we had a choice in which body we could have taken, it must have meant that we had the most empathy for the baby that my mother would give birth too. We must have thought this poor thing needed us more than all the other babies. I could believe in this. It then became our destiny to do the best we could with it.
It has been a longer stay on Earth than we had expected though. Now we’re kind of glad we’ve had the opportunity to look around. It should only seem fit that I am here. Sometimes it is still a struggle to figure out how to get those kitties fed, but I’m glad they seem to like us. I am glad they have the souls they do and they chose us. I’m also glad that you all are here. Sometimes you write back to let me know you’re here, and I think how nice these people are. I don’t think there was anything my young soul wanted more than to be surrounded by nice people. We’re still unsure where we’ll end up, but for this nice space we landed; we are appreciative. We like us. We like you.
posted by Ann Marie @ 1/16/2006 11:42:00 AM
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