Good News - Thread

Found a large box of chocolates on the front patio yesterday, it was from a neighbour I have never met, who wrote
''Dear Neighbour, here is just a little something to help you get through lockdown. Thinking of you.'
Found chocolates from a never met neighbor? What's going on in the world? A new pandemic but one of kindness? We can only hope for such good luck. Either way though, to me that certainly qualifies as GOOD NEWS! I'm happy for you and I hope that such a kind gesture might spawn even more kind gestures in the future! Thanks for sharing! :)
 

Nice thread!
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They don’t publish
the good news.
The good news is published
by us.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
and the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh Winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available:
hugging is possible.
They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile,
singing the song of eternity.
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.

Thich Nhat Hanh
 
Nice thread!
----------
They don’t publish
the good news.
The good news is published
by us.
We have a special edition every moment,
and we need you to read it.
The good news is that you are alive,
and the linden tree is still there,
standing firm in the harsh Winter.
The good news is that you have wonderful eyes
to touch the blue sky.
The good news is that your child is there before you,
and your arms are available:
hugging is possible.
They only print what is wrong.
Look at each of our special editions.
We always offer the things that are not wrong.
We want you to benefit from them
and help protect them.
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk,
smiling its wondrous smile,
singing the song of eternity.
Listen! You have ears that can hear it.
Bow your head.
Listen to it.
Leave behind the world of sorrow
and preoccupation
and get free.
The latest good news
is that you can do it.

Thich Nhat Hanh
Wow! I know that you’ll never believe this but all those things, well most of them anyway, I was thinking about today. And then, by some curious happenstance, you sent them dushuised as that beautiful poem! That’s not only good new but EXTREMELY GOOD NEWS! Thanks so much for reading my mind! 🤗
 
Good news! It’s the weekend again!
Better news, you’re likely retired so
The weekend can begin any day you like!
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Wow! I know that you’ll never believe this but all those things, well most of them anyway, I was thinking about today. And then, by some curious happenstance, you sent them dushuised as that beautiful poem! That’s not only good new but EXTREMELY GOOD NEWS! Thanks so much for reading my mind! 🤗
I do believe! How sweet we had the same positive thought at the same time :)
 
I'd like to bounce the ball back on the other side of the court, the good news side of the court if you will.

A few days ago we heard a bunch of commotion coming from down the street, I tore open the shutters and threw open the sash and what to our wondering eyes should appear?

A line of cars, trucks, motorcycles and even a bicycle, slowly winding their way up the street towards our house - Lights flashing, horns honking, rolling thunder and even one small bicycle bell ding ding dinging. The wife and I sprang from our La-Z-boys and leapt (okay maybe it was crept) to the driveway to get a better look. It was a birthday parade for my wife. The vehicles were decorated with streamers, balloons, home made posters and a couple colorful pinwheels on the bicycle, all to wish her a very happy birthday. Tasty candies, colorful beads and happy birthday wishes flew through the air, bouncing around her with nary a care.

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Dance around the Maypole with us and celebrate life's good and wondrous things. 💃 Tickle our fancies and brighten our days, share your good news and stories of joy.
"On Cars, on Trucks, on Motos and Bikes
On Streamers, Balloons, on Pinwheels and Yikes!
To the top of the street, and straight to your wife

Congrats say we all to your best friend in life!"
 
I found something yesterday I thought I'd thrown away, and was gone for ever, and very often that can be a kind of good news can't it, (though in this case its nuanced as I'll relate to you below).

Twenty years ago, whilst reading a book about self help etc., written by John Cleese's then wife, a well known psychologist in her own right, (John Cleese of "Monty Python", and "Faulty Towers" fame, amongst other things).

In her book she included a questionnaire asking questions about the readers mother, (questions the readers might wish to consider about their mothers I mean). I sent this questionnaire to my brother who had moved with his family to France the year before, and whose relationship with our mum had become more awkward than usual, (if I can put it that way about dear old mum!).

My brothers responses were rattled off I guess, without too much thought, but as to what he thought of our mother he said she was "Potty", (or "Dotty"), and to the question of what our mum might think of him he said she'd say he was "arrogant", (not wrong there mum, if that was your thought, he is a "cocky b*gger"!).

The "nuanced" bit of my brothers response was he included a letter, telling me what he thought of me. Essentially he was telling me off for my latest outpourings about a broken heart, concerning a woman living in the south of England, (that's a wide enough description of the location to be sure she'll never know who I'm speaking of hey!).

So twenty years on I'm still on my own, haven't found the "good woman" he advised me to look for unfortunately, but the "good news", to end on a positive note, is I do feel older and wiser, (not to mention I probably couldn't put up with whatever my brother thinks is a "good woman", so that's a kind of positive, my ignoring his advice!). :)
 
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............. my brothers response was he included a letter, telling me what he thought of me. Essentially he was telling me off for my latest outpourings about a broken heart, concerning a woman living in the south of England, (that's a wide enough description of the location to be sure she'll never know who I'm speaking of hey!).
There were that many of them in the south, hey?
So twenty years on I'm still on my own, haven't found the "good woman" he advised me to look for unfortunately, but the "good news", to end on a positive note, is I do feel older and wiser, (not to mention I probably couldn't put up with whatever my brother thinks is a "good woman", so that's a kind of positive, my ignoring his advice!). :)
One never "finds a good woman". She finds you. I trust you'll see the point I'm making.
 


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