Opinion

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Dear Reader, something amazing happened last Friday evening. My husband turned on the television set in the hotel room we were in for the night. To my best recollection, he’s never done so - ever. We just don’t watch tv in hotels. But the amazing thing is, if Rick hadn’t turned on the tube, I would have. What the heck was going on?

What to do?
There was a time in my life, a time in all of our lives, when we were young that we would look around and “what should I do?” Some of that came from boredom, some came from true bewilderment at a situation we faced, some came from being at a crossroads where we had a choice to make and we were struggling with the import of the decision. “What to do” is an important question, if not the most important question of our lives. Afterall, most of us spend a lot of time thinking about what we want to be doing with our lives. How will we live our lives; who will we love; what will we make for dinner/breakfast/lunch; where and how should one live; how am I going to spend my time today; the questions are myriad and often need time and more information to answer.

Alexa, the spy
Dear Readers, we have several Alexa devices set up throughout our home, and use them constantly. A recent guest asked us if we weren’t worried that someone was listening in to all of our conversations. He said he didn’t want that for his own home, because then the government could have an easy window into his privacy. That conversation got me to thinking. It is certainly true that Alexa listens to everything said. She has to, to know when her name is mentioned, so she can respond accordingly. But what if the CIA is actually listening in at the Schupp household? How would that go? Well, read on for my imagination taking hold and runnning!

Be the light
We have reached that great time of the year when light has become longer than dark. It gets light earlier each morning, and the sun sets later every evening. This will continue for another 2.5 months or so and then the days will slowly begin to shorten and nights lengthen. This is how the world works based on the way that we have agreed to measure time. There are folks who each year suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder which brings on a feeling of melancholy and even depression when the nights are longer than the days. The treatment is often to use special lamps that mimic the sunlight and to sit under it for a prescribed amount of time. Our world is dark right now and people are feeling despondent because there doesn’t seem to be much light right now. Physician and wise healer, Dr. Rachel Naomi Remen, tells a story about the birth of the world that helps us rediscover our own light and how to shine it into our darkness. She writes, “… In the beginning, there was only the holy darkness, the Ein Sof, the source of life. And then, in the course of history, at a moment in time, this world, the world of a thousand thousand things, emerged from the heart of the holy darkness as a great ray of light. And then, perhaps because this is a Jewish story, there was an accident. And the vessels containing the light of the world, the wholeness of the world, broke. And the wholeness of the world, the light of the world, was scattered into a thousand, thousand fragments of light. And they fell into all events and all people, where they remain deeply hidden until this very day.

Can-do attitude
I have long believed that the world is run by those who not only show up, but by those who show up with a problem-solving attitude. People show up for work, parenting, volunteering or any other human activity with a variety of attitudes – many of them with an attitude that whatever they are doing is drudgery (i.e., they’d rather be anywhere else doing almost anything else).

The game’s afoot
Sometimes I wear a lapel pin bearing the silhouette of Sherlock Homes, one of the two or three most recognizable silhouettes in the world. It’s a nod to my favorite literary genre and one of my favorite literary characters.

Conversations
Recently Rick and I had dinner out, and as we were seated I noticed a trio next to us. On one side of the table was a couple who appeared to be in their 70’s, and opposite them was an older woman in a wheelchair.

