What is it about spiritual love that makes me think even that is transitory. Wayne Dyer related from an author he read that there were three types of love. Divine love, which never changes or varies. Spiritual love that never changes but does vary and Human love which always changes and always varies. 

I like these concepts because they are starting to help me in distinguishing what the hell I am feeling toward all the people in my life. Divine love is what our Higher Power holds for us and with that there is no room for discussion (thank God) but the other types of love are what bedevil me almost on a daily basis. Human love is what we all feel at different times of our lives and even from day to day.  That warm and fuzzy feeling we have for our friends that touch our lives even if it is only for short intervals like an exercise class or for some of our close associates at work. This type of human love doesn’t require any commitment other than the wave of serenity that cascades over us when ‘the spirit’ moves us.  

More to come. 

Cats Cats and Cats

Hey I actually made a Tripp and a ½ today. Up early enough to do the 6 am but those darn cats just take too much of my time as I have to listen to the cacophony of feline mutterings translated into: Feed Me Jack! As soon as I open my bedroom door they fly up the landing as if I didn’t know the way down the staircase.  And you would think that after so many 365 episodes they would know to be patient and just wait for me to open the can and dish out the Friskies. But they all go for the same dish even though I have three I set out virtually simultaneously.  Hey Jack this is a spin blog no one is interested in your mundane ruminations about your kitties.  Well Stacey Ries might.  

My favorite just for the record is the Little Mon Ami. 

Familiarity

There are some days that I just can’t deal with people and their egos and how they might feel about some perceived slight which is usually minutiae and means nothing in the grand scheme of things but this is where the seeds of discontent start and if they are not attended to quickly the strength of a relationship can wither and die or of if it’s attended to quickly avoid familiarity which can breed discontent. 

Fair Weather

When things are going well everyone is your buddy but at the first sign of ominous clouds those capricious ‘friends’ take to the fair skies of popular opinion and the court of public opinion to help them decide if they want to take the easier softer way and throw you under the proverbial bus. 

I love when someone has the courage to meet me face to face when they have a beef with me.  Too often I have found that it’s much easier for someone to communicate disdain and prejudgment whispered behind your back armed with just rumor and innuendo. Most people can’t see both sides only what they want to see. 

People often have opinions but just like apertures everyone has one and often the one without the voice box does all the talking.  When fair skies turn black that’s when you can see just who your friends really are. 

Incendiary? I think not!

Some of the commentary on my blog posts could be construed as incendiary or caustic or down right mean spirited. However, I don’t feel as such because they are in what is my beliefs written with the intention of letting me see the error or my ways or even what I think is important but really is not. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and for me my writing it totally experiential in nature and what I think is luminescent may be dim witted to someone else. For this I make neither apologies nor do I look or feel disdain when these little scribblings get tortured now and then. I love to write and as long as my detractor(s) read my etchings their interest I still hold.  

Inimitable

Spinning for me is not always something I am jumping out of bed to get up and do but every time I finish a class I am so glad I pushed through the “I don’t feel like it” and got on my Schwinn and banged out another 60 minute episode in my own inimitable style.