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The “why list” is growing. Why is bird poop two-toned (in a back blog)? Why are there Q-Tips and plastic dental floss thingies in parking lots? And the most recent: Why is there a pair of crumpled panty hose in a random parking lot?
Today I’m pondering WHY the perforated tear-off portion of our bills is an annoying distance from the fold? Picture it: You unfold your bill and try to tear off the return portion, but it’s maddeningly close to the folded part of the bill. Tell me I have OCD, but couldn’t someone calibrate the perforation ON the fold? It’s small but huge because it means someone wasn’t thinking, didn’t care or worse, is slightly sadistic. The result is an undecided piece of paper that wanders back and forth between the perforation and the fold. Ok, I realize my mind operates in hyper-observation mode, sometimes useful and sometimes annoying. But don’t you think these issues culminate and become a tsunami after a while? As always, comments are welcome… but be compassionate! Love, Rosanne Bostonian I’m not a Buddhist, but maybe there’s something in my DNA that is?
Much to my dismay, about a month ago, I got my mail out of the mailbox covered with ants. Underneath the mail they swarmed and underneath them there were a trillion white “eggs” or some form of developmental ant. I figured that they’d birth their ant-lets and go off into the sunset. I checked and lo and behold, the mailbox was clear! (For one day.) The hoard returned with another reproductive tsunami. I said to myself, “This must be reproductive season,” and again declared a truce. This scenario repeated itself many times. I even returned the ants that clung to my mail to their brood each time. Finally, after another ant-fest, when the mailbox was ant and egg free, I sprayed the mailbox with Thieves essential oil. It’s far from a poison, but rather has “anti-everything” properties. I encouraged the ants to find another breeding ground. I share this because killing for convenience doesn’t ring true. Redirecting our Earthly cohabitants makes more sense. When astronomers explore the Universe for signs of life and celebrate bacteria appearing on some distant planet, it seems that we should at least tread lightly on our own precious ground. We protest the inconvenience of caring, but on the world stage the magnitude of not caring is breathtaking. It’s only the exaggerated version of we each justify…for convenience. With love, Rosanne Bostonian |
AuthorDr. Rosanne Bostonian often travels to her second home in rural Florida, where she enjoys relaxing to the sounds of nature. An avid reader, she also fosters her own spiritual growth by reading top spiritual authors, including Eckhart Tolle, Pema Chodron, and Marianne Williamson. This website uses marketing and tracking technologies. Opting out of this will opt you out of all cookies, except for those needed to run the website. Note that some products may not work as well without tracking cookies. Opt Out of CookiesArchives
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