Stain-glass Eyes

I just finished reading the book,  Olive Kitteridge , by Elizabeth Strout.  Halfway through her novel I read this sentence, "If you can’t figure out something,….don’t watch what you think, watch what you do.”  It stuck in my mind.  Wanting to write a book, myself, I thought, "Is a sentence as profound as this the main reason Strout began to write this book?” Another quote  I like, too, "Don’t believe everything you think.”  It’s uselful, especially at a time when I thought I was going crazy.   I had to consciously make myself ignore what I was thinking.  My thinking wasn’t rational and I chose to not believe it. But, this statement?  I never really thought of this.  "If you can’t figure out something,….don’t watch what you think, watch what you do”.   I’ve often thought how my actions speak louder than words, but never in relation to trying to figure myself out.  It always seems to be in relation to how others see me.  My children, my students, my c

I understand, but dislike the statement, "Less is More”.  So, I decided I to write about "More is more”.   More i s more.  More peace I have, more balance for me.  More exercise, more benefits to my health.  More sleep, more adept I am at handling daily situations.  The more I read, the more I find time to read. Saying the "More” thing I realize it's also easy to say, "More is less”.  The more I floss, the less I have to go to the dentist.  When I explore more, the less I think I’m missing something. If I pay more for fresh food, the less I’m likely to throw it in the garbage. How about less is less?  The less we drive over the speed limit, the less likely we are to get a traffic ticket.   The less I worry, the less surprised I am when my worries are pointless.  The less I develop my gifts or dreams,  the less satisfied I’ll be by not honoring them.  The less I buy at Home Depot, the less I’ll feel guilt about unfinished the projects.  Sam

Andrew Madagame, had surgery yesterday.   Andrew is my sweet, smart, tall, dark-haired, handsome grandson.   All the attention was on him, which is definitely not his style.  When we approached the check-in desk the receptionist took his information.  She said, "You’re having hip replacement surgery?  Aren’t you too young for that?”   Andrew just mumbled, "Genetic”.  His first encounter with useless, human interaction. He is 22 years young. The little boy, I could scoop up and hold him, kind of young.  He is my "I love you, Grandma”, boy.     I went with his mom and dad to see him, before they hauled him off for surgery, He looked nervous.  I thanked him for covering up the I.V., hook-up in his arm.  He smiled and said, "I don’t like to look at it either, Grandma.” Staff was busily moving around him, prepping him for surgery.  They were doing the "Eye-Contact” thing when they were explaining what they were doing or asking him ques