Easter at Freedom Park

Yesterday, Sunday Morning kind of loving conversation?

How do you feel about your weight?

I didn’t say, what do you mean by that? Somehow you knew by my silence. I lament the limitation age makes on our communication, but it is part of learning respect for elders and sensitivity to the “weaker vessels”.

Oh how the antipathy to children questioning is somewhat inherited and somewhat imitated. We were never to ask a single question of the elders in our lives. There was always a hand to the mouth coming here and there at questions like that. Not your weight, he quickly corrected, the weight that I found for you. You haven’t used your weights in a while, have you. You don’t have more than one do you? That is when the look on my face was his block that we used to have both hands in front of the face, when we asked those kinds of questions should we ever have had the temerity to converse with the elders on such things.

Gram, how old was Aunt Iva in that picture? I said this with Baby Ethan in my hands. The women took on the spirit of the Brooklyn hoodlums, from which we all have sprung. Never mind. I see that I am still not woman enough to ask such things. I didn’t realize that it was such a serious error.

Thank you for finding my weight and thank you for tripping the switch to my unmortified hoodlum woman, so that I could see her in stark reality. I love you for seeing her and for loving me anyway.

Wisdom Come.

Someone was preaching on Ecc.

I can’t remember who it was. I had never thought of the writings of Solomon as anything but scripture as I believe it to be and am convinced of. But, on the human side he pointed out that Solomon said that he had experimented with folly , attempting to keep his wits about him. It seemed to say that he felt that his quest in life was to try different pleasures and advertise them to the people as safe or unsafe enjoyments. That he was looking for things constantly to treat people with, whom he loved, by trying them himself. I hadn’t really thought that this was the confession of the Ecclesiastes.

Time spent in wisdom and folly and what was the reward of such. All may fail us, but Jesus never, as the hymn says. If you have the time and the means to accommodate yourself of such felicities what is it for? All of life is not spiritual. All of life is not in meditations. Solomon’s wisdom was that he seemed aware of such and had neat compartments for the various remedies for his rule and stress and availed himself as much of the remedies as he did of the ruling.

Some do the opposite. They study little. They rule little. They talk and enjoy a lot. What, My Son… Don’t give your strength to …all enjoyments. Don’t lose yourself to them. Learn what they are for and keep them in the right compartments.