I’ve written about Spam before so won’t go on and on, but can I just say — I find it disturbing that people/machines go to such lengths to disguise themselves as ‘valid’ visitors that they make comments like, “This was a good comment you put up there dude… hope it benefits all the ones who land up here.”  and then it is signed, XXXXXX Carpet Cleaning with a link to their website. (I have chosen not to display the company name as I do not want to contribute to a) giving them free advertising and b) to negatively impacting their business by dissing them publicly.)  How do I know for sure it’s SPAM. Well, it could be the fact it’s posted identically on three different blogs all on the same day, at the same time…

Seriously. Why would I trust a company to clean my carpets when they can’t keep themselves from sharing SPAM all over the place?

Bah. Humbug.

Bless them. Forgive me.

Someone asked me the other day why I insist on asking for forgiveness for myself when ‘you didn’t do anything wrong’.

My answer was simple. Because in my thinking, I was uncharitable. I get that XXXXXX Carpet Cleaning is just trying to get new business. And I get that they see nothing wrong with spamming. What I need to be conscious of is what’s happening in my head. How much energy am I dedicating to thinking negatively about them? Or any of the other SPAMMers who appear in my comments section every morning? It is the energy I expend moaning and groaning and thinking uncharitably about them that I forgive myself for.

When I know better I do better.

And I’ve now just spent 250 words complaining!  Time to breathe and focus on immersing myself in the beauty of my day. The simplest and most effective thing to do with SPAM is to simply delete it and move on to wonder and awe.

Last night, the beautiful and lovely Diana Schwenk who blogs at Talk to Diana sent me a link to a YouTube video of Richard Page speaking the words of a poem by Soygal Rinpoche inspired by a poem by Nyoshul Ken Rinpoche set to music written and performed by Richard Page.  (Don’t you just love the connectedness of the creation of this poem!) She thought of me when she first heard it, she wrote and wanted to share it.

Her act of sharing touched my heart — and it is when we connect, heart to heart, that we make a difference of love and joy and harmony in the world. I am grateful for her words and sharing.

I listened to Richard Page speak the words of Rest in Natural Great Peace before going to bed last night. I let the words and sounds slowly sink into my body and mind. I let the lyrical nature of Richard Page’s voice wrap me in notes of peace and harmony, and I slept peacefully. I slept completely. I slept the night away.

What a lovely gift.