We are all bozos on the ‘bus. See below.
But before that, here is something else.
Last week I wondered “Does the Universe grieve when a sock goes missing?” Yes indeed, I lost a sock in the laundry.
But just as there is joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, so I grinned when I found that sock, caught up in some other laundry.
Socks return. But what about plates?
I have two plastic plates, one yellow, the other green. I use them to serve my cats Ada and Adelaide their daily, and limited supply of canned food. I put them out on the kitchen floor at about 1:00 p.m. today, and the cats enjoyed their late lunch.
But do you think that I can find the yellow plate? It has disappeared without trace. It’s not in the trash, nor did I place it in the dishwasher. I checked the fridge where I have been known to “absent mindedly” place articles. It is nowhere to be seen.
Do cats hide plates? Is there a “plate kidnapper”? Can plates dematerialise? Was it a flying saucer in disguise? Has it been transformed into a yellow submarine?
Do you have any suggestions re “the riddle of the missing plate”?
There will be joy in SRQ if the plate is found!
My buddy Tracy Wells does not worry about plates. Instead she preaches, and preaches well.
The following is an extract from her sermon, June 15th at Holy Trinity, Decatur, GA.
Shirley Grace Madajewski, our Monday morning front desk volunteer, often brings in interesting quotes and articles to share with our office staff. A few weeks ago she brought in an article called “Bozos on the Bus,” from a book called Broken Open by Elizabeth Lesser, founder of the Omega Institute, a non-profit organization for personal and spiritual growth in California.
Lesser writes about the clown-activist Wavy Gravy, most famous for his role as the master of ceremonies at Woodstock, and his use of humour in the service of social activism and motivational change. She says her favourite “Wavyism” is the following quote: “We’re all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.” She says she loves this phrase because
“I believe that we are all bozos on the bus, contrary to the self-assured image we work so hard to present to each other on a daily basis. We are all half-baked experiments – mistake-prone beings, born without an instruction book into a complex world. None of us are models of perfect behaviour: We have all betrayed and been betrayed; we’ve been known to be egotistical, unreliable, lethargic, and stingy; and each one of us has, at times, awakened in the middle of the night worrying about everything from money, kids, or terrorism to wrinkled skin and receding hairlines. In other words, we’re all bozos on the bus.”