God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
I can’t even attempt a description of the peace I am experiencing from where I am sitting right now. But nevertheless, imagine a pool in front of you, (if you smoke) a cigarette in your hand, a clean kitchen, a (made) king size bed to sleep in, and people surrounding you, not professing their love for God, for yourself and for others, but living it.
However, everything is not a magical freaking fairy tail , let me tell you. I was (and still am) severely pissed off at whoever is now, as I speak, a bicycle richer. I strapped the thing through it’s wheel, through the frame, to a treadmill, which is standing right outside my door, in a yard, behind a closed and locked gate. And even this was not much of a deterrent for this lad (or lass) who took it. And as if that wasn’t enough, the police officer had the audacity to reprimand me for not taking enough responsibility for my things. Read the above paragraph again, and then please let me know how much more responsibility I could have taken.
But everything seems to be a part of a much bigger picture. I am, for the first time ever, moving into a more positive direction as far as my religion (or lack thereof) is concerned. And the more inquisitive I become about the whereabouts and the modus operandi of a loving God, the more Evil seems to attack, in its endless pursuit of getting me to slavishly adhere to its rules. And return to the very familiar hell that binds my hands.
So on that note, whoever took the bicycle: I understand more than you could ever imagine where you are coming from, taking what isn’t rightfully yours. I wish you well, enjoy the ride (it’s a great bike). Just don’t do it again – (and then true to my nature) : Things like this, it’s got a way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it, and when (not if) that happens, don’t come crying to me.
I am grateful for a beautiful place to live in, beautiful angels right next door watching over me, for my two music students, and for love.