Having an open mind (and heart) is not easy.
So, we’ve gone from Love straight on to Charity. Isn’t that nice? That’s progress, I guess. The previous post mentioned a desire to write a short story about three significant women and their journeys in life. You can imagine this for yourselves. The setting for these three protagonists could be placed in any part of the world. One of the girls, I imagined, was going to be named Faith.
My motivation for naming her thus has something to do with the importance of this spiritual and interpersonal aspect of our human condition. I recently reacquainted myself with a girl just two years my junior that I knew from my school days. The other girls around us all seem to think that she’s crazy. I don’t. But I also don’t quite understand her just yet. I said to Faieza the other day that she doesn’t seem to trust her.
This may sound like gossiping but it is not. The very thought of it makes me feel uncomfortable. And I’m one to talk. I am guilty as sin, as they say. I still have my weak moments and sometimes talk about others in a negative way behind their backs. I’m happy to say that this happens rarely. But it happens, and that’s the point. Anyway, it all started when Faieza was busy taking photographs of folks at a recent community hall gathering.
I was lucky to get there in time to grab some of the choice foods that were being sold at different stalls. Faieza was taking pictures of us all on behalf of the community organization we were supporting with our money bags and purses. Taking pictures is one of Faieza’s hobbies. She does it for the love of it and does not get paid a cent for doing what she loves doing.
Anyway, Angie firmly asked Faieza not to take any photos of her. She was unnecessarily concerned about having her name and image slandered on the social media networks. Faieza and I had a heart to heart chat about this. Angie would have had nothing to fear unless, of course, she was misbehaving somehow. After she has archived her photos on her tablet, Faieza will select some of her best pictures and post it to the social media networks on her screen.
I’m quite excited to see what I look like these days. I recently had my hair done. I had it cut so short that you could almost say that I looked just like a boy. Angie has a major problem with religion. She was, however, at pains to explain her criticism of the pagan rituals that some religious sects no matter what faith it stems from. Anyone with half a brain can figure this much. But when we do take part in our chosen religious ceremonies, it has a lot more to do with personal choice than indoctrination.
Angie gave up on her religion years ago. What she practices these days no-one knows just yet. Oh, wait a moment; she has a heart for the poor and downtrodden. Faieza as well. It’s a hard task master serving the poor in goods and the poor in spirit. All I could tell Angie at the time was that you either believe in Him or you don’t. It’s down to the unexplainable matter of faith, isn’t it?
Forget about what I said in the last post on being pear-shaped. Then again, don’t. If you think you’re shaped like a pear, why don’t you strip yourself down naked