A confession.
In my adult life, two score years and more, l’ve changed my opinion on every major issue you could name.
Every 🐥 one.
“Do not hold too many opinions; everything is change.”
Marcus Aurelius.
Though no longer a believer, l go to mass with mum on Sundays.
(The past two have been looooong ones… IYKYK.)
Wee Jean believes utterly in the whole nine yards.
For a year I’ve been her taxi driver.
I put the meter off, pay my way, sing all the old tunes.
Colours of Day, Walk In The Light, Bind Us Together.
And…
l don’t believe the most sacred part.
Transubstantiation.
The bread and wine don’t change into the flesh and blood of a man.
But I can live with that and respectfully stay at my pew, unbowed.
It’s not the end of the world, is it?
Holding a few thoughts in your mind coterminously is a choice, something we do every day.
Keeps the whole show on the road, really.
For those of you submerged in the saltiest water for the past decade, the next while will be tough.
If I might borrow a biblical phrase, there’s already been a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth.
The stoics aver that these tough times make you and the power of your mind is all, but only if you take the right lessons and give change a chance:
There are many benefits to changing in your formative years, there ain’t a generation that didn’t, and even this old fella got payback:
Easter is a time for renewal and resurrection* for those of the Christian faith.
A chance for a new beginning, if you like.
Imagine taking that chance, taking your chance.
Some of the people you might speak to are just like my mum or your mum, or maybe your gran or grampa.
Fellow humans who believe different things have always been there, always will be.
That’s life’s rich tapenade, so:
Maybe not the full breakfast, but a cup of tea won’t hurt.
Bring biscuits, everyone likes biscuits.
*l don’t believe in the rising up after three days thing either… 🫣
