Name your suburban wasteland . .

The volunteers here at Hospice, who overwhelmingly tend to be little ol' ladies, while working on a mailing were remarking on some of the odd names that are given to streets these days and one lamented that they were never on a street naming commitee.

Rolling Meadows Road
Reluctant Hills Farm Lane
Diver Cliff Drive

. . . and certainly many more are named after the landmarks and natural features of the land they now replace degrade. Why don't we give these places more apt titles, like:

Mediocre Place
Chloroflorocarbon Circle
Blistering Asphalt Court
Impervious Surface Plaza
Silt Runoff Way

Just to plant the seed in your imaginations, there are some very creative people out there! Start our own naming committee and stand out from our environment! Help rename your urban and suburban wasteland!

People make mistakes - mind the gap

Our mistakes show us the gaps in our consciousness - they either kill us, or we grow.

The inexcusable mistakes will kill us outright.
Even those fatal mistakes will often give us the opportunity for insight and time enough to make our peace.
The rest will require the exercise of free will, that we will inevitably either orbit these events for long periods of time like black holes in the past until we wither, or we will diligently seek to explore the meanings of the symbolism that represented through them, tracing our emotional connections to a relevent underlying reality.

Certainly, learning from our errors makes a huge difference for the impermanent states of mind and body but, with the conscious element of forgiveness, both in our interpersonal relationships and our intrapersonal, these lessons are tailored toward the maturation of the the soul.