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World Peace, Revisited

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This is a very blurry photograph of my sisters and me. I would have posted a better one, but they all look like this… or worse, someone’s head is cut off. My mother is a lovely woman, with many talents, loved and respected in the community, but she’s not a very good photographer. Maybe it’s for the best. No one wants to look too closely at their 1980′s selves.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!I feel so blessed this year because I get double the fun of the usual Thanksgiving.  We had our family celebration yesterday and today I get to travel with the 2 littlest Hippies to see my beautiful sisters in Indiana where we will celebrate some more.

And why not?!

There is SO MUCH to be thankful for!

In the spirit of the holiday (and because I’ve got to go finish packing or we’ll never get there!) I will leave you with this, from my first weeks of blogging, when only a tiny handful of Dear Ones were reading my posts.

I hope you enjoy it, and I wish for you all to have a beautiful, joyous, wondrous week full of gratitude!

I Know How To Achieve World Peace

At the top of my blog-site it says:

One Woman’s attempt to save the earth, promote world peace and raise productive citizens without expending too much effort.

So far, in my posts, I’ve focused on the Earth part.  Today, I’m thinking about world peace.  I know how to achieve it.  It’s not a guess or a theory, I’m quite certain I know!  Here’s what we need to do:

Get rid of all the lawyers and politicians.  hahahaha.  Not really.  Well.  Maybe.  But that’s not my idea….

Read the rest!

The Day The Carnival Comes To Town

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Christmas is the best day of the year.  It’s the birthday of baby Jesus.  It’s beautiful and snowy and there is family and food and corny  music that everyone loves.  There are cookies.  I love cookies.

Today is the second best day of the year.

Today is a day that sneaks up on me, even though I plan for it all year long.

Today is the day that the carnival comes to town!

OH-MY-GOODNESS-THE-CARNIVAL-IS-HERE!!!

I’m jumping up and down clapping!  (Well, not NOW, because I can’t type while I’m doing that.  But I was.  Earlier.)

I almost drove off the bridge craning my neck to see which rides they brought this year.

I had to turn around RIGHT AWAY and go home and get my little girl and rush back to the park to see EXACTLY what the carnival brought with them.

I’M SO EXCITED!!!

The Carousel is always one of the first things up. Who, in their right mind, would see the colorful animals and world scenes and hear the Calypso music and not feel the wonder and total joy of childhood in their heart?

Every year, on the second full weekend of July, our little town celebrates little-towndom with a sweet family oriented festival.

Once the festival is in full swing there will be a beer tent (highly controversial in a town with more 6 times more churches than stop lights (not exaggerating)).  There are inflatable jumping castles and guys selling $1 trinkets out of colorful moving bins.  There are three separate stages with music going all weekend long and pony rides and a place that sells home-made vanilla ice cream with Hershey’s syrup on top for $2 a cup.  There are tractor pulls and a beauty pageant and, new this year, a bull riding contest.  There are Civil War re-enactors and local crafters and a guy making BBQ on a giant grill.  There is a 24 hour softball tournament and a car and motorcycle show.  There are fried candy bars and pork chops on a stick.  There are gigantic snowcones.

No matter how healthy of a daily diet my Hippie Journey leads me on, I vow to always throw caution to the wind and eat deep fried anything every year at the festival!

“I can’t stand the festival,” some people say.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!  WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU SPEAKING?!?!

Maybe you just don’t understand about the festival.  Let me tell you more.

In the midst of all this glorious, musical, brightly colored, fabulously aromatic, slightly maniacal wonderfulness (Yes.  That is a word, here on this blog, where I am empress) is the crowning centerpiece:

The carnival.

And today is the day the carnival came to town!

They just started unloading.

There is a whole other side of the park that’s still empty.  It will all be packed with ridiculously wonderful delightfulness (also a word): A giant inflatable slide, a rock climbing wall, make-your-own craft tents, and vendors of every sort.

I have always loved the festival.  I can picture the exact place where the throw-a-ping-pong-ball-and-win-a-fish game stood when I was only 7-years-old.  Now I get to share the excitement with my own beautiful little 7-year-old girl!

Apparently, festival fever is genetic.

I loved it so much, for so long, that when we moved back to my little home town I joined the festival committee so that I get to have a little part in planning the most wonderful event of the year.  By the end of the week I will be dirty and sunburned.  My hands will have injuries from fixing broken tent ropes and hammering stage decorations.  I’ll be frustrated by some vendor that didn’t show up or complained about their spot or refused to pay the agreed upon price.  I will be totally and completely DONE with the festival for this year.

But by next year, I’ll be ready to go again.

And just like always, even though I spent an entire year working and planning, making phone calls, mailing letters, measuring spaces and sitting through meetings that are way too late at the end of days that were way too long, when the carnival rolls into town again  I will slam on the brakes and giggle with joy.  I will hurry to the park and wander amongst them (just because I can) in my hideous day-glo yellow “FESTIVAL COMMITTEE” shirt.  I will hold my daughter’s hand and watch with wonder as the Amazing Carnival Guy hangs from one foot and one hand from the top of the ferris wheel, hooking on parts.  I will try to guess what’s inside each of the brightly colored trucks that have yet to be unloaded.  I will be so very very excited.

Because TODAY IS THE (second) BEST DAY OF THE WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR!

Today, the carnival came to town.

Miles of Smiles, indeed.

I Know How To Achieve World Peace

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At the top of my blog-site it says:

One Woman’s attempt to save the earth, promote world peace and raise productive citizens without expending too much effort.

So far, in my posts, I’ve focused on the earth part.  Today, I’m thinking about world peace.  I know how to achieve it.  It’s not a guess or a theory, I’m quite certain I know!  Here’s what we need to do:

Get rid of all the lawyers and politicians.  hahahaha.  Not really.  Well.  Maybe.  But that’s not my idea.

In October, 2010 we moved into our current house.  It’s really just the cutest little place.  It’s got everything but a white picket fence.  Compared to some of the exceptionally awful places we’ve lived in the past 10 years it’s our little corner of heaven.  We even like the neighbors!  Our new digs are sort-of right in the middle of our tiny town and so people are forever “just dropping in.”  A few months ago we noticed a pattern….  people would drive up in a rush, ring the doorbell and, when we answered, start talking in a rush.  “I’msorrytojustdropinbutweareinsuchahurryandIneededtoaskyouifyoucould…..” and then they’d pause and, invariably, pay us a compliment.  Not just ANY old compliment.  They would say the one thing that meant the most to us.  They would say, “It’s  so PEACEFUL in here!”

Now, you have to understand… our house is almost always cluttered.  Toys and shoes everywhere.  We have more books than we have shelves and our style of decor is early American Salvation Army.  People are not reacting to the decor or the fung shui!  It really, genuinely IS peaceful.  And here is why:

We are thankful.  Full of gratitude.  Bursting at the seams with it.  We have SO MUCH.  Every day. All the time.  We have been blessed over and over again. Our cup runneth over!!!

It’s my husband’s fault.  He taught me and, in turn we’ve taught our children together, that love, peace, gratitude, etc actually, physically produce measurably high vibrations that resonate out into the world attracting more love, peace, gratitude, etc.

What do we, with our tiny house and 2nd hand furniture have to be thankful for?  Well…. once during a dark time of our lives we covered a wall with newsprint and started listing every single thing we could think of that we could be thankful for.  Each other, of course.  Shelter. Furniture. Beautiful, healthy children. Good health. A really cozy comforter on the bed. 3 TVs. Toilet paper. Hot running water. Shoes. The most awesome dog in the universe. Friends. A car that works. A computer. Clean air to breathe. Library cards. Clean socks.

You get the idea.  And, ever since then, even in “dark” times it has been easier to see the light.

Know what makes me lose my vibe though? Grouchy whiners.  People who gripe about this town. “People are gossipy. The village council fights too much. The street light on the corner of x and y has been out for 3 weeks.”  Oh…. WHATEVER!!! Cry me a river!!!!  You don’t think that there are BILLIONS of people in the world that would give EVERYTHING THEY HAVE to live in this crappy little 2-stop-light-town?  Maybe, instead of griping about it you could start thinking about the good things in this town.  A super cheap ice cream place. The 2nd best pizza in the universe. (www.eatatlenas.com)  A tiny little grocery store that makes a point of buying fresh produce from local farmers. (www.borchardtbrothers.com)  An elementary school principal that obviously, visibly cares about the children in the school more than the bureaucrats running the Dept. of Ed. An outstanding volunteer fire department. A food bank that serves hundreds but NEVER runs out of food. (www.stpaulblissfield.org)  Citizens that care enough about their neighbors to be sure the food bank never runs out of food.   This doesn’t just apply to griping about the town, but any griping in any form. About anything or anyone. Ever.  Consider: Is there a person in your life who is the bane of your existance? Be thankful you don’t have to live with them. Oh? You do? Well, be thankful that you can escape to a different room in the house? You can’t? Well, be thankful that, for a few hours a day you can escape into sleep.

I could go on for hours… days… months….  but you get the idea.

And do you know what happens when you start CONSCIOUSLY being in a state of gratitude for all these awesome things?
MORE awesome things come to you!  Really! It’s true! I’ve lived it.  Give it a try.

“But,” some may say, “I honestly have NOTHING to be thankful for?”  Of course you do!  Didn’t God grant you the breath to say that?  Are you standing in front of me on two strong legs? Did you sleep well last night? Is the sun warming your skin?  Find ONE thing to be grateful for and I guarantee you’ll find more. And more. And more.  Please note, the same is true of the opposite.  If you find things to complain about…. It’s a CHOICE you make EVERY day.  Will you be all upset that there are injustices in the world? Or will you give thanks from the depths of your soul for those loving, caring saints who fight for folks less fortunate than themselves and join them in their good work?

God is Good.  All the time!

And THAT, my friends, is the key to world peace.  You see…. because someone taught my husband this amazing truth he taught me and now I am thankful and living in a state of peace. Now I’m teaching you and you can be at peace too.  If 30 people read this and teach 30 more that will be another 60 people living at peace.  And so on and so forth.  And, when we, as a society, become really and truly grateful for the ridiculous number of blessings that have been showered down upon us we will find that we don’t need to hoard anything from the rest of the world because we KNOW we have enough. We don’t need to forcibly take anything from anyone else because we KNOW we have enough.

And then the world will have peace.

Your homework, dear friends? Right now, before doing anything else, give thanks for 3 things.

Feel like sharing? Post a comment and tell me what they are.  I’d love to know!

Oh! BTW, the 1st best pizza in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE? The Pizza Junction in Huntington, IN.