Positive Person

Remember when I attempted to make an omelette and even my dog wasn’t interested in it? Remember when I had another go and it seemed rather better? Well I thought, hey, I’ll have another go today. It tasted nice enough and wasn’t as bad as attempt 1, but it did once again look like scrambled eggs. It was a cheese and onion omelette…

I ate it up cheerfully enough but found that the coffee I’d made for myself tasted rather different. I dutifully gulped down about half of it before I shook my head with disgust. Then it dawned on me. That new packet of coffee I’d opened, was for filtering… no wonder it tasted like old cigarette butts.

I am terrible in the kitchen. Except for baking. I can do that. Remember the butterfly cakes? I thanked God for them! 🙂

I laughed at myself despite the failure of this lunchtime, and I can’t say it did anything to damage what has so far been a wonderfully relaxing and reviving day.

My tickets arrived for me and some friends to go and see the Dalai Lama talk in the Manchester Arena in a few weeks, and so I’ve begun to dip into The Art of Happiness which has been sat on my shelf for a while. I’ve only read a couple of chapters so far, but here’s an extract:

…to me, whether it is an old friend or a new friend, there’s not much difference anyway, because I always believe we are the same; we are all human beings. Of course, there may be differences in cultural background or way of life, there may be differences in our faith, or we may be of a different colour, but we are human beings, consisting of the human body and the human mind. Our physical structure is the same, and our mind, and emotional nature are also the same. Wherever I meet people I always have the feeling that I am encountering another human being, just like myself. I find it is much easier to communicate with others on that level. If we emphasise specific characteristics, like I am Tibetan or I am a Buddhist, then there are differences. But those things are secondary. If we can leave the differences aside, I think we can easily communicate, exchange ideas, and share experiences.

Everyone says I’m a very positive person. And I am. I’m probably one of few people who can drink half a mug of cigarette ash flavoured liquid and hoot about it. And I’m another one of few who can begin to dance with her umbrella as she skippingly leads her friends to the exam room singing “sunshine, lollipops and rainbows…”

Positive person. I don’t know what I’ll get out of the Dalai Lama’s book because I seem to be rather good at the art of happiness and me and him seem to be on the same page. But I remember loving hugely The Art of Possibility, and as an extroardinary being I can’t wait to hear him speak and to be in the presence of so many other 16-25 year olds gathered to be encouraged that the youths of the packed out arena care about life, about happiness, about community, about love.

So how about the media splash that picture of hundreds of teenagers celebrating the Dalai Lama’s visit and the togetherness that we will experience, rather than perpetuating the stereotype that all youths want is fire and rights?

As The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel put it, life shouldn’t be seen as a right, it should be seen as a privilege. Precious, beautiful, happy.

I used to watch the news and read the papers quite regularly, but I don’t anymore. I don’t honestly see the point. I still read the ChurchTimes and like that, but I don’t watch the constant newsfeed of bad news and arguments on television. If we’re going to talk about the things we aren’t doing right, we need to listen and take action instead of tutting and burying our heads in the sands of despair. I will be listening to the Dalai Lama along with many others, and I hope that the whole world can learn to listen. Despite my instant flinch whenever someone names themselves a conservative, the Dalai Lama is right. That information is secondary. We’re all human beings. And I suppose that’s what makes me a positive person. I love my brothers and sisters of the human family, I hope to help them when they’re in pain, and I don’t seek to understand and analyse everything. I simply rejoice in what is, and live life, helping others to live too by simply holding up a mirror.

I’m a positive person. Are you? And if not, why not? You’re beautiful, and the world’s full of life for you to rejoice in. When it’s difficult, know that life is long, and that there is so much goodness too. I love you, God loves you, love yourself! Sing with me! Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows…

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2 Responses to Positive Person

  1. Simon Marsh says:

    You are, without a doubt, one of the most positive and cheerful people I know! I think you’ll love the meeting with the Dalai Lama who, like you, has a delightfully infectious chuckle. Thank you 🙂

  2. Jaclyn Rae says:

    “And I’m another one of few who can begin to dance with her umbrella as she skippingly leads her friends to the exam room singing “sunshine, lollipops and rainbows…”

    We could take a few lessons from you! Shine on, darling. ♥

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