Thoughts (mine and others') and blessings from today.

The more (and more varied) work experience I get, the more my view of the world changes. Obviously the world is the same, but when I look around I don't just see things; I see the work of a man's (or woman's) hands-- the product of a person's thoughts and efforts and creativity.

Blessings today:

     Foaming hand soap. It is so awesome.
     That new book smell in Barnes&Noble
     A (temporarily) working gas gauge this morning. I had thought I was almost on empty. Turns out I had a half tank. I love when that happens. (The thing seems to prefer 35-45 degree weather. And mornings?)

Too,

This is the kind of old woman I want to be: At the nursing home where he volunteers, David overheard today an old woman who had been mischievously eating glue during craft time. She laughed and said, "I wondered if I could do it without you all seeing me."


And lastly, some marvelous thoughts from Clive Staples Lewis.

"To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."