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The friend of contentment

Last month, I ventured a business in Florida, New York, that provides ample opportunities to cross paths with individuals I wouldn’t otherwise meet. The crossings last about ten minutes or thirty and usually spark conversations.

It reminds me of family reunions, when finally meeting spouses or children of distant, but known, relatives. Conversations begin with a mission to acknowledge parallels and oftentimes, similarities click, and fun ensues.

At the business, I cross paths with people on a quest to find a specific item. As if we’re on a treasure hunt together. We start yakking it up and before we know it, we’re practicing friendliness.

When it comes time to parting ways, I blurt, “Come back again and bring you friends.”

Naturally, many reply “I will.” But a few reply “I don’t have any friends.”

The statement, I don’t have any friends, may sound funny,  but I don’t laugh. I don’t doubt them. I don’t call them back to probe their psyche. I don’t argue with them.

I nod at the revealing implication. It carries a tone of contentment, as if contentment is their friend.

To have the friend of contentment with one’s self and purpose at hand, goes against today’s definition of friend as broadcast by social media, which imposes the burden of numbering or trying to keep others happy.

Whereas, friends of contentment appear content with working and discovering, rather than with numbers or persons. This appearance begs the question, how do contentment and being solo connect?

Now, I’m not an etymologist but I feel as though the word solo is related to the word solitude. And when I think of solitude, I think of loneliness, however the statement, “I don’t have any friends,” can rebuke the lonely image of solitude.

I can feel lonely in a jam-packed audience of Elton John or at a family reunion where I feel misunderstood.

So, at and after these crossings, I continue mulling the statement, “I don’t have any friends,” as a sign, pointing to the friend of contentment with good-old fashion work and discovery. Whether I’m solo or surrounded by people.

 

Taking Music into the Community and Singing Along

It’s always nice to meet people who share their talent.

I interviewed Jesse, and asked him to explain his method of sharing music. He talks about a book he read over twenty years ago, that helped him see how he could continue his musical interest.

“As revealed in Science, man and woman in the likeness of God, can’t help but be immortal. Though the grass seems to wither and the flower to fade, they reappear. Erase the figures which express numbers, silence the tones of music, give the human being called man and woman to the bacteria, and yet the producing, governing divine Principle lives on, in the case of people as truly as in the case of numbers and music. All this is true despite the laws of human mind which define people as mortal. Though the problems resulting from limited perspectives hide the harmony of Science, these problems can’t destroy the divine Principle of Science. In Science, our indestructibility depends on that of God, good, and follows as a necessary consequence of the immortality of good.”–21st Century Science and Health

 

Going Home

What a successful trip to Seattle I had. The East West Bookshop was an excellent and hospitable venue for my book talk on 21st Century Science and Health. The audience was very interactive and asked fantastic questions. I appreciate seekers of truth, because they help me on my spiritual journey. I also appreciated being able to visit with my daughter and son-in-law. Wow, they can cook up a tasty meal and keep Mom fed.  We recalled the trip Carly and I made to Australia, New Zealand, and Thailand a few years ago. We tried as many extreme sports as we could muster. We both loved hang gliding in New Zealand, but when it came to the bunging jumping, Carly went on her own. I took the picture.

Carly, bunging jumping in Australia

Now, I head back to upstate New York, where the weather is chilly and known to still drop some snow flurries. But, I love it.

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