Despite the recent gloomy weather it is so heart warming to see the green shoots of Spring. I’ve been driving past fields of bouncy lambs for a few days now and it lifts the spirits to see them. It has been beautiful in Ringwood today, temperatures of over 20° and lovely warm sunshine.
Of course, in Buddhist terms, Spring is the first chapter in the year’s Wheel of Life. The reincarnation of nature, following the apparent demise of trees, flowers and shrubs over the Winter months.
As sure as day will follow night and Spring will follow Winter, our rebirth follows the death of our earthly bodies. Exactly the same way that plants use Winter to build their reserves for the Spring, we use death to recharge our souls ready for rebirth.
It is a time of lengthening days, warmer sunshine and the emergence of banks of daffodils and other Spring flowers. In fact the clock go forward this weekend, so we can look forward to the nice long evenings again.
The Wheel of Life continues to turn, today, tomorrow and for Eternity.
It’s lunchtime, I need to pop into the town to shop and get cash, I jump in the car and head off. I decide to try to give B a ring. She’s probably busy, but I try anyway. I double click the call button on my Bluetooth headset, last number redial and I hear the ringtone.
By now you might be getting the idea that I really don’t like Mondays. It’s always minor mayhem in the office, lots of emails to answer, tons of orders to process, but it’s always been like that. I can deal with the work, as I’ve said before, it’s far better than no work, so I live with it.
What a lovely day, spent with three mothers, B, her mum and mine. The journey from Bristol to Sutton Coldfield was made all the more pleasant with Scheherazade playing on the CD player accompanied by copious amounts of Love Hearts.
I learned a really important lesson today, one which at my age, you might expect I had already learned. When you ask someone a question, you must be prepared to receive an answer, and not necessarily the answer you were expecting. 
Having been a bit down over the last few days, I have put the chanting into overdrive. Not only has this raised my life-energy levels and put me in a much higher life-state, but it has improved my mood and my enthusiasm as a result.
When life’s road gets a little bumpy, it’s easy to let it get you down, and that can have a series of knock-on effects. When the (whatever the opposite of ) rose-coloured spectacles go on, when all glasses are suddenly half empty, it a sure sign that you are in, or heading straight for, Hell state.
March the thirteenth always stirs up the saddest of memories for me and my family. It is exactly twenty years ago today, that I lost the second most important lady in my life, my paternal grandmother. Just to make it even worse, if that were at all possible, ironically, March the thirteenth 1992 was a Friday, probably the worst Friday the thirteenth ever.
Having had a lovely relaxing Sunday, today has been like having a bucket of icy cold water thrown over me. Over A hundred emails waiting in my inbox, a small, but important misunderstanding and various other challenges have meant that I feel like nothing really got done today.
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