Supernatural night of light

It's snowing.  With my blinds up and the lights out, it almost seems like an all's right with the world kind of night.  But, all isn't right in our world.  Chaos surrounds all of us in one form or another.  A 9 year-old little girl, Jessica, is missing from her grandparents home in Florida.  Pope John Paul II is struggling for his life. Our troops are still in Iraq.  My daughter in Montana has a broken leg in two places and I'm in New Jersey.  How do we reckon with a troubled world let alone our own lives?  A continuing mystery for sure.  But, perhaps if we honor ourselves by living lives that reflect our passions and beliefs, we can make a difference.  Yesterday, I went into New York City to see The Gates.  You may have heard of them...the more than 7,000 gates, each 16 ft. tall, over the paths and walkways in Central Park.  In spite of the brisk 30 plus degrees temperature, a flood of people were bundled up, clicking cameras, and strolling the slopes and pathways under saffron panels beautifully billowing in the wind.  For the next few hours the child in me came out to play as I jumped and skipped along and tried to touch the hem of one of the pannels.  I walked over the Bow Bridge and sat daydreaming by the fountain on Bethesda Terrace, considered to be the center of Central Park.  Dusk came too soon and walking past Strawberry Fields onto 72nd Street on Central Park West, The Carlyle Hotel, with its ethereal architecture, stood in the distance.  Above the barren trees in the inky night a full moon shone over the Upper East Side.  All may not be right with the world but the reminder that God is in the heavens and still shedding His light over the world was my saving grace.  And my hope...Top Blond still taking the day...See you next time.

 

Hearts

This is what's on my mind tonight.  Hearts and how the varried aspects of what's in our heart affects us.  Though Valentine's Day is just past, with a little effort, we can keep the beating of our heart going strong.  Hearts have the capability to keep on giving and it's up to us to listen to our heart, follow our heart, act on what's in our heart, share what's on our heart, and have heart.  But, what kind of beat drives us?  This afternoon, I was laying on a hard medical table for an echocardiogram. An echo, as typiclly called in the heart field, is where the technician has you lie on your side and slides a probe across your chest to view your heart on a screen.  I had to lie still for 30-45 min., which totally goes against my nature.  About all availabe was daydreaming.  It was then my lips slowly broke into a soft smile as I recalled the plight of the original owner of a card meant for me on Valentine's Day.  You see, that morning, Bob, had tucked the card safely inside his shirt to give to me later that afternoon.  But, he then got caught in a rain storm which caused the crisp white envelope to wilt. So, what does a caring and sensitive American male do to remedy a damp situation...place it the microwave!  Once zapped it became wrinkle free.  What a thoughtful gesture!  Some men wouldn't have even noticed let alone bother with.  By the time it landed in my hands it was near perfect and came with added warmth.  So, what does a microwave have to do with hearts?  This is the way I see it.  Every day we make decisions from the tone and texture of our heart.  Are we going to be kind?  Are we going to forgive?  Are we going to go the extra mile to make someone else happy?  For Top Blond, it's the little things that mean a lot.  It's the song of our heart that gets played out every day that makes us dynamic or dormant.  See you next time...Top Blond taking the day!