Turning over our perpetual calendar this morning, I found these words by Jean Jaques Rousseau. If only all governments could live with this philosophy.
Our walk into town today took us past a neighbour’s garden where, for just a moment, we were fooled by this owl! 
There are some pretty shop windows in our small town, decorated for Christmas. Our optician’s window is always a treat. 
1 Today I have posted the lovely new ribbon cloth I have just made for one of our Grandchildren. Hopefully it will arrive tomorrow.
Ribbon cloth
2 Thank you to all who hoped we would be okay in the storm. We were lucky here in Cornwall, not getting as severe a battering as promised nor as bad as it has been further up country though the day has been full of squalls.
Stormy skies
3 A good blogging friend today wrote about kindness. As she says, many in our blogging world do. We are all trying to follow the Golden Rule, treating others with the kindness with which we would want to be treated. When on holiday I found a little book, “The Golden Rule, as expressed by cultures around the world” which I found quite fascinating.
An African proverb
Golden rules from The Odyssey and from Mahabharata
1 I saw this the other day and thought, how perfect!
The world is pretty….
2 This morning we spotted a baby rabbit in the garden. Baby rabbits are called kits I learned recently. Fortunately, he was eating the dock leaves and not my flowers!
Baby rabbit
3 I love it when the horses in the back field come right down to our wall and I can hear them munching and neighing and whinnying together.
One of our horse neighbours
1 Such a lovely thing – when I use my hairdryer, it blows out the beautiful incensey smell that was in our apartment in Pikine in Senegal bringing back all those lovely memories.
2 We’ve just bought a new shower curtain with the Tube map on it! Click on it to make it big enough to read.
London Underground Map on our new shower curtain
3 I’ve just come back from the run-through of tomorrow’s Baby Naming Ceremony, firstly a beautiful drive down to Potager Garden though lanes lined by ancient trees and then the words of the Ceremony which contain the following from Kahlil Gibran, words that Mr S and I love and the philosophy which we tried to keep in mind while bringing up our own four children:
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.”
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