A lovely sunny day to remind one that human life can be brilliant at times irrespective of personal wealth or the lack of it.
Reading through some of my previous blog posts suggests a tendency to be affected or sometimes afflicted by events in the world as reported in the media. The atrocities committed by man on man woman and child throughout the world, do tend to feature in the media rather more than articles about the the plethora of human kindnesses. Possibly this is because articles about the ordinary kindnesses displayed every day by humans to each other the world over, sell few newspapers whereas graphic and sometimes hideous accounts of war or other evils, make the headlines and sell more papers.
But today the sun is shining and the congregation at mass this morning 8th December celebrated the Catholic feast of the Immaculate Conception. Christmas present buying is getting underway and peoples' moods on the streets seem, ok only slightly more buoyant than usual but still upbeat. Christmas cards are beginning to arrive and secret santa gifts for work are being thought of. All pretty ordinary really and not the stuff that sells newspapers yet such ordinarynesses are in many respects, the spice of actual life.
Sometimes life's ordinarynesses are so commonplace that one can almost sleepwalk through them and only wake up so to speak when interrupted by an event which is unusual - the Olympic Games 2012 were a great example as for a few days each morning's travel to work on the District Line, seemed to be shared with people from round the world who were concentrating not so much on waking up and traveling to work but on witnessing some fantastic human endeavour. This seemed sometimes to cause us commuters to reflect a little if not squash up to make more room. Realisations then creep in that the ordinary commute is perhaps potentially at least, sometimes colourful as well as routine.
Occasionally a newspaper article or some unusual event also reminds me that life's routines can actually be quite interesting if not fun in themselves. Of course realisation then also sinks in that for some people the ordinaryness of life is almost that of survival. Refugees, homeless battered wives and neglected children to name but few. No human can save the world alone.
However on crisp sunny days like the 8th December 2012 is at the moment in SW19/20, there is a feeling that maybe together mankind can really thrive.
Tomorrow is another day though...