I do love my routine although I can also readily change it if I need to do that; a loss of routine doesn't affect me very much. I always welcome Thursday though as it is my first day of work and today I need to do the Blake Newsletter - again it will be short as the book dominates my thoughts.
Holy Week and today is Maundy Thursday. I love all the services of this week and will watch what I can on YouTube. My sin of omission is always with me as I simply do not go to be with the Church community and at 80 that will not change. It took me a while to accept that but now I am there and it is the way that my life will flow from now on unless I happen to move and find a Church nearby and can fit myself into it.
Mostly I like my life without people that are not related to me. I can manage it very well and I am sure that I am not the only person in the world who is a hermit by choice. It isn't that I dislike people; I simply do not want to be part of that life cycle that sees one constantly with people and never really have in actual fact. The years that Edward and I spent together I found great happiness in our solitary trips to the north of Ontario and those long canoe trips in the back woods. It was fantastic and the memory remains with me. Our time with children was equally marvelous but I didn't want people around me if I could avoid it. But I did do my wifely thing and help Edward with whatever it was he wanted to do with his time (if it was practical for me). But if he wanted to go without me I let him do that and was content.
But I distract from Holy Week and the sacrifice that Jesus made on our behalf as a people in order that we would change how we thought way back then and accept the basic two commandments that God gave to us. Love God with all our heart, mind, soul and strength (Mark 12:30) and love our neighbour as ourself. Neighbour being the whole world really and that would be peace in our time. That wonderful elusive state that the world has sought for all of my life and the beginning of my life was a time of reflection on a dreadful World War that left so many of our youth dead on a battle field of one kind or another. One of my brothers (next oldest to me) was named after a young man beloved by his friends which included my parents who died in that war and there were so many others. The lists in our schools, in our churches in our government buildings of all those lost youth who gave up their young lives tossing the torch to those who were left to carry life on after the war was done. But how to reach that plain; that has been the great human desire all of these years of my life. Jesus showed us the way and God willing we will find it in a way that leads to full peace. God has always been with us through these many many centuries of life and I always feel as I search backwards in time looking for hints of my lines, I think on God and all that He has given to us - Homo sapiens as we are called. Where we go in the future is unknown but our thoughts and dreams are once again with a crew of four flying to the moon on this day. I watched as the maneuver was made to take them out of Earth orbit and on their path to the Moon.
Drinking my tea and soon the solitaire puzzles and on to the day.