It’s Wednesday. This morning we have a 90 minute in home massage to break up more of the post surgery scar tissue that still inhibits the use of our left shoulder. In preparation Fearsome desired a word to contemplate while receiving said massage. A contemplation as a meditation so to speak.
Due to recent news and circumstances, a word that came to mind and resonated with both of us this morning just happened to be:
…according to The Oxford English Dictionary can be defined as…
just behavior or treatment.
“a concern for justice, peace, and genuine respect for people”
synonyms: fairness, justness, fair play, fair-mindedness, equity, evenhandedness, impartiality, objectivity, neutrality, disinterestedness, honesty, righteousness, morals, morality
“I appealed to his sense of justice”
So we post this contemplation as a place for us to look back and remember where we were and what was important to us this day. We also share it as it may be a contemplation that one of you dear readers may also enjoy this day.
A wise man once said…
Talent like this never dies. May his music live in our hearts.
Thanks Al, we loved you and will miss you. Godspeed.
Hollywood makes many films of many genres, storylines, subjects and styles because all of us have different taste, likes and attractions.
Why? Why do they? Why do I make this statement? Because not all films that you like, will I like and vice versa.
A lot of people seem to like a film by the name of Manchester by the Sea.
Fearsome and I? We didn’t.
After watching this film the word that first comes to our mind is ‘Tedious’.
Manchester by the Sea is a tedious film that moves slowly, relies heavily on camera angles/lighting, has flat characters, and left us feeling like “What’s the point?” We kept waiting for an epiphany, change or something to happen but it doesn’t. Just doesn’t.
We understand that apparently The Academy and possibly many of you reading this may have a different opinion. That’s ok. We all have different taste and this flick simply wasn’t our cup of tea. Thus we give Manchester by the Sea two mustache tips down.
Other than it starring Meryl Streep, we hadn’t heard much about a flick named Florence Foster Jenkins.
We adored this little diddy. Both Meryl Streep and Hugh Grant seem to thoroughly enjoy their roles. We thouroughly enjoyed watching them. The story is fun and quirky. The film well done. The pace is fast and enjoyable. The characters grow and mature. Overall just good entertainment.
Love, courage, laughter, care, hope, warmth and a true story of eccentricity all rolled together into a couple hours of fun. We give this film two mustache tips up. It truly is our cup of tea.
Which one is your cup of tea? Inquiring beards are always interested to know.
Roger…thank you for the encouragement, the inspiration and the beauty.
Bill …Wende contacted me this morning to share with me that you passed. May peace be yours. I know that you were a gift to Wende and to your children. I believe you will dance with them, and through them, their entire lives. Godspeed.
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Roger of 3rdnlong has passed.
Roger was a blogger who was an early reader, commenter and supporter of Fearsome Beard.
Roger always posted beauty. He saw beauty in the world and wished to simply share the beauty that caught his eye. The beauty combined with words of inspiration, encouragement and hope made his blog a place of refuge, a place to contemplate, meditate and grow.
Roger we will miss you. Thank you for the love you shared. Godspeed.
A couple days ago I started organizing my paperwork for my tax accountant. I’m one of those who has a big file drawer who throws the entire year into it unorganized but in the drawer. Each February I empty the drawer in order to separate all receipts, bills, documents and the like into a proper order for accumulating the data necessary to file taxes for a self employed person. It’s quite the monumentous task.
I have rituals to make it a tolerable task.
First I go in knowing have planted some cards or notes that I have received in the past in that drawer the year before to stumble upon to break up the monotony. I started this years ago. I move the cards back into the drawer each year from the year before so I can find them Year after year as hidden treasures. Each year a new card or note makes its way into this collection, something that is special and evokes personal emotion. The cards get mixed up in there so I never know when I will happen upon one.
Then upon emptying the drawer I find the place on the internet where the Maya Angelou Master Class, which I posted a couple days back, is now located. It’s always bootleggely posted somewhere until the powers that own it find it and then it will show up in some other obscure place. I then proceed to play this 42 minute Master Class on a continueous loop as background listening. It motivates me while it reinforces my personal values as well as those I strive to obtain.
Once my drawer is dumped out on the sorting table (a desk in the guest room) and Maya is playing in the background, I commence opening each crumpled receipt, paper and card. I read each one and start making piles on the guest room bed. Piles of organization for filing, tabulating and organizing.
This year I was stopped in my tracks by this:
Betty Evans was the lady across the street when I was growing up. My mother worked for the parks and recreation department of our city, Betty was a stay at home mom who’s kids were a little older. Mrs. Evans was my baby sitter and second mom. She wasn’t the most refined of ladies. She was not blessed with money or an easy life. She was just a woman full of love and a woman who loved life. She loved me as if I was one of hers and I loved her as if she were my mom.
Mrs. Evans became quite ill later in her life and this card from 1998 was the last one I ever received from her. By the time she wrote this card she had sold her home across the street from my parents and moved in with her son. I had apparently tucked the card away in the back of our antique china cabinet. Last January we sold that Art Deco dining room set and I had found the card cleaning it out. In my receipt drawer it went.
Finding that card brought back a rush of childhood into the mundane yearly task of receipt sorting. It helped to bring me to a place of gratitude for the life I have been blessed with so far, the life I’m gifted with at this very moment and the bright future that lies ahead.
Betty (Evans) Drummond taught me that no matter what happens, no matter when life deals you a bad card, to always get up with a smile on your face and share love with those around you. She taught me that love always makes everything better.
May Mrs. Evans beautiful smile full of love touch your heart today.
“Just do right.”
“Right may not be expedient, it may not be profitable, it will satisfy your soul.”
“It will give you the protection that bodyguards can’t give you. ”
“Do it because it right to do. ”
“This is your life, it’s your world. ”
“It can be better and it’s up to us. ”
These quotes are the words of Maya Angelou. At this moment video from whence they come is HERE. It is her 42 minute master class. This video disappears from the internet every time it gets posted and is hard to find in its full length. It’s a shame it isn’t public domain as the words she shares heal the human soul. Her words are a gift to human kind and should be shared freely. Watch it now before this copy goes the way of all the previous copies I have found and simply goes “poof” …because apparently the copywright holder doesn’t want it shared freely.
This video is needed now more than ever. It is worth every minute of yor time.
John Mayer captures one of life’s wonderful pleasures explicitly with his beautiful words and relaxing rythyms.