Pretty Flowers, Ridiculous Beliefs

Isn't pretty a funny word. Pretty! Pretty flowers. Pretty girls. Pretty sunset. Pretty life. Well last night it was a grey sunset, and the flowers were withering, but I had a great evening with my friend Peter. Yes the leaves are blowing and in the garden, things are brown, bent, decomposing. This is the life cycle for plants and for animals. We are all going through this process together, kicking and screaming, looking for the fountain of youth. And what is the fountain? I think it is happiness. Despite the hardship, the fountain requires us to be happy. Bobby McFarren was right, Don't worry, be happy.

Last night we went the movie "Religulous", Bill Mahr's movie about religion. At the end he said, "Grow up or die!" I was moved by this movie, yes he can be course, but I thought he made a good basic point. So many of our beliefs, when pointed out as he did, do sound ridiculous. And we kill each other based on these beliefs. As a divorcee, I know that my marriage came apart because we didn't agree on things. Our beliefs were incompatible. Did we kill each other--no, but almost. Not physically, but emotionally.

What I mean here is, isn't it easier to be happy. Growing up means taking responsibility for oneself and accept others for who they are Here I am, closing in on 58, trying to get over heartbreak, and then this comedian says grow up or die, it hits home. It is my life--why not just do it as I see fit, and not worry.

Well, in the garden, I balking still. I'm embarrassed to say that my efforts to turn up the weeds lasted four hours. Other plots are weedy too--it's the nature of the thing. It is nature. Leaves will help the soil, I know this. The grandbaby and I will attempt gardening today--it would be easier if it were just out the back door.

Okay, be happy,
Flower