Christmas is over. There should be a song about it. There definitely is one, but I don't know where.
The usual Christmas fest went on. It is all rot, happens every year, and every year is somehow meaningful. It establishes a connection once again every year. It unites us all, the whole family and others. It gives some sort of sense of development, of the individual.
Gifts to others:
1. Two comic books. "The best of Dennis" for me mum. "The Penny Pincher" for me pops. My name is Dennis, so two Dennis the Menace comics fit the present. Are these good enough for them? No. Will anything ever be? Not in this world. Is this an excuse that works to justify something? NO!
It is a wonderfull thing that we are alive. We must use this time for the best, or we will certainly fall to the vultures. How many grains of wheat are left in an up-turned bag of wheat? This is the tune of samsara. Please, be cautious and listen.
My family is hosting a French exchange student next February. I am going to attempt to find a tutor in the french language. I will get a book and tapes and work from there, meeting them once a week or so.
love in understanding,