I made a snap decision at the home improvement store recently, and boy, did it come back to bite me.
It’s getting close now, the bottom of the jar. ‘Peter Pan Creamy’ peanut butter, to be precise. And I won’t mind polishing it off…getting that jar out of the pantry once and for all…so that I can return to my much-preferred variety of the bread spread: ‘Extra Crunchy.’
When news came yesterday of Tom Petty’s demise, it stirred up a memory in me…of a blog post I’d written long ago. Back far enough, in fact, that it appeared on my first blog — Steadfast Spirit, in 2013.
I’m fairly certain Mr. Petty never knew that he’d served as my muse of ‘found spirituality’ once upon a time. But I remain grateful for the inspiration, and offer a link to that original post…in tribute to a worthy and memorable rock-n-roller:
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
By the time I arrived (a little after 9 AM), our annual parish apple-butter cooking was in full swing Saturday morning: Four enormous copper kettles, all a-bubble-splosh-and-steaming…accompanied by an iTunes sound track already well into its “country” playlist.
I got more than I bargained for when I asked my next-door-neighbor for help the other day.
There’s no feeling quite like that of unmerited grace.
Say, fer instance, hearing your name called as the prize winner in a skills contest…when you know for certain you’re simply not all that skillful.
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
A second cousin’s wedding provided the chance for a little extra quality time yesterday with my (slightly) elder brother.
Dust flew yesterday at Mom’s place, and I was secretly grateful for the airborne irritants.