Malham and Thoughts
We woke up at the unearthly hour of 830 a.m. today to go to the Yorkshire Dales and on the coach there I was half in a daze and half-pukey - put my feet up on the seats opposite me, lay down and slept, but quickly got up when I realised some elderly people were coming into the coach and I didn't want to look like a rough, untame hooligan. So I sat up primly and read a little and looked out of the window at the signs saying Skipton, Kendal and finally Malham.
The fields stretching out endlessly bordered by stone fences and the winding bumpy roads were just so beautiful that I felt so satisfied, and I thought, "It's really so beautiful and I think I feel so satisfied because beauty is food for the soul, and here I am and my soul is being fed." I told Andrew that and he said sarcastically, "So poetic."
But I really do think that my soul is fed on beauty and this means that my soul's substance must be beauty as well if that is what sustains it, and that makes me think that God must have intended all of us to be beautiful people, to aspire to what is good and noble and true, if these things nourish our souls. And that thought really releases me at times; because I realise that things in my life which I have to get rid off aren't sacrifices I have to make, but they're just things which cloud my soul, and as they're being taken away I'm freer to be myself.
And sometimes I think that I have to stop thinking that these things are things to be ashamed of, to hide; I have to stop thinking that standing out or being different from everyone else is a crime. Because who cares what people think, as long as you do what you feel is right.
Anyway, my preachy mood has ended and the funny mood is coming on me now, so I'll tell you something funny that happened on Friday. I was sitting opposite this guy whom I'd not met before, so just as he was putting food into his mouth I said, "Hi, I'm Ruth".
He mumbled something which I thought was "Hi, I'm Eugene" and I said enthusiastically, "Hi Eugene!!" and he nearly choked on his food and he said "I didn't say my name was Eugene... I said 'hi, I'm eating!' " and Sunny and I just burst into huge guffaws and Eugene (His real name turned out to be Patrick) was giggling quite alot as well.
I've been making quite alot of funny hearing problem mistakes recently. Silas says he's going to get me a hearing aid for Christmas... and I'm only 21. I don't know what I'm going to be like when I'm 60! No, don't say that Ruth... I believe that I am going to have excellent hearing and energy and, of course, retire in the Yorkshire Dales and walk my dogs everyday and write a bestselling novel about my colourful life.
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The fields stretching out endlessly bordered by stone fences and the winding bumpy roads were just so beautiful that I felt so satisfied, and I thought, "It's really so beautiful and I think I feel so satisfied because beauty is food for the soul, and here I am and my soul is being fed." I told Andrew that and he said sarcastically, "So poetic."
But I really do think that my soul is fed on beauty and this means that my soul's substance must be beauty as well if that is what sustains it, and that makes me think that God must have intended all of us to be beautiful people, to aspire to what is good and noble and true, if these things nourish our souls. And that thought really releases me at times; because I realise that things in my life which I have to get rid off aren't sacrifices I have to make, but they're just things which cloud my soul, and as they're being taken away I'm freer to be myself.
And sometimes I think that I have to stop thinking that these things are things to be ashamed of, to hide; I have to stop thinking that standing out or being different from everyone else is a crime. Because who cares what people think, as long as you do what you feel is right.
Anyway, my preachy mood has ended and the funny mood is coming on me now, so I'll tell you something funny that happened on Friday. I was sitting opposite this guy whom I'd not met before, so just as he was putting food into his mouth I said, "Hi, I'm Ruth".
He mumbled something which I thought was "Hi, I'm Eugene" and I said enthusiastically, "Hi Eugene!!" and he nearly choked on his food and he said "I didn't say my name was Eugene... I said 'hi, I'm eating!' " and Sunny and I just burst into huge guffaws and Eugene (His real name turned out to be Patrick) was giggling quite alot as well.
I've been making quite alot of funny hearing problem mistakes recently. Silas says he's going to get me a hearing aid for Christmas... and I'm only 21. I don't know what I'm going to be like when I'm 60! No, don't say that Ruth... I believe that I am going to have excellent hearing and energy and, of course, retire in the Yorkshire Dales and walk my dogs everyday and write a bestselling novel about my colourful life.
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