FEBRUARY 1 2011 : Topic #32 : Are you an optimist, a pessimist, or something else?

So near we are, so far we see. Say “please” to peace!

El Colegio Sueco, middle school. Fuengirola, Spain

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foto – bilambil cottage 2007


Can you see the holiness in those things you take for granted… a paved road or a washing machine? If you concentrate on finding what is good in every situation, you will discover that your life will suddenly be filled with gratitude, a feeling that nurtures the soul.

Rabbi Harold Kushner


The Quiet Place

What: You go to your own particular writing place and close the door on the world.

The holiness in the things I take for granted. I shall just look at Pics for a moment or two, till the gentleman has gone off to work and I choose my Quiet Place for my 250 words. It’s a hot sunny day with what they say could be a category 5 cyclone due to cross the coast way up north.  The after predictive mode of weather telling. The week before last, the Capital of Queensland was hit by massive floods – unpredicted. Now They predict away, talking of the biggest cyclone EVER.

My own particular writing place is at a wooden table looking out over the front paddocks. Its one of my good ones, this Quiet place is. The World generally goes out for the day. Well, that will be happening now that school is back and the girls next door will be heading off along with my Man who works 4 days a week.

Now, I have the Quiet Place. Everyone is GONE. ClassicFM radio is on beside me and clothes are washing. First the 250 words.

The Holiness in the things I take for granted.

Kushner spoke of a paved road and a washing machine.  My washing machine is a big old brute. Got it in Grafton after the 2009 floods with money given us to replace the fridge which bashed and smashed under the house while the waters were up. We were given enough money to buy one of each. The washing machine is one we located up in the back industrial estate and it was delivered by a gentleman in a bongo van with a little dog. He was using the money to go to his daughter’s wedding in Newcastle.

Down here on the bottom of the economic stratum, life can be very holy indeed.

We have a paved road as well. Not down to the gate. The driveway is maybe 3/4 klometre long and its dirt. Dirt with deep potholes from all the rain of this Summertime.  Then we have the sealed road leading 1km to the Old Pacific Highway. It’s a sealed road alrighty – but narrow. Very narrow. Cars pull to one side and wait for one another.  I don’t. I have a small car called a Charade. It fits in most places. It’s a Sacred Road to me. Leads in from the busyness of the World ‘out there’ to Sanctuary,

Here I am then in a  Quiet Place this morning and I am doing those things with which I am familiar. Sweeping. Listening. Sitting facing the East and looking for the Good in each situation. As I have been taught to do.

I used the expression : Down here on the bottom of the economic stratum, life can be very holy indeed.

I don’t use that lightly. I have been lower. A good deal lower and things have been a good deal tougher than this. Nevertheless it’s a Shadowlands to Many. A very Holy Place, the Shadowlands.  


And as for me, Time is coming for the LETTERS IN THE SAND. Its an idea which is forming.  I don’t know where to go with Fiction. Historical Fiction. Steampunk. The Detective Story. I am intending to take the 250 word discipline into the LETTERS IN SAND and see where it leads. I find it an interesting experience to be publicly exposed in the that Blogging does. Ah well. The washing is ready to be hung on the side line and another load can go on.  The Quiet Place is indeed Quiet. And I can begin the Letters.


Yesterday at Gleniffer.