About Smoking my Pipes

 It’s been suggested to me that I write about my pipes more.  I try to do tobacco reviews when I can, but at times I’m too one dimensional focusing only on the Spiritual.  My wife and I were reminiscing this morning about how smoking was everywhere.  We were talking about places where we worked and she said many of the people she worked with 50 years ago are probably dead as many were older. 

Then she talked about her boss who smoked a pack of cigarettes a day and said he smoked in his office all the time.  Then I said people used to smoke everywhere—even on airplanes.  Then I started talking about all the places I have smoked a pipe.  I used to smoke a pipe everywhere.  

Restaurants had smoking sections and often I smoked my pipe in these.  And I began talking about all the places I could go to smoke my pipe and have a cup of coffee.  These days I just smoke a pipe at home only outside.  Years ago, I’d smoke my pipe anywhere at home I wished.  I simply told her I miss those days and believe pipe smoking should be an exception.

I think while smoking my pipe.  Yesterday I was just sitting here and my Angels gave me something to laugh about.  I was laughing so hard my wife thought I was crying.  No, I told her I had a thought that just made me laugh.  Of course, I was smoking my pipe and am sure I’d laugh just as hard without it.  But it felt so good to just laugh.

I was letting go of a lot is stresses and a thought just gave me the giggles.  The Angels do that from time to time, but I realized then what my Angels had done in a 31 year period.  I told her I think my Angels finally made me into the theologian they said I’d become.  I was getting there, but I I was thinking maybe I’ve arrived.  My Angels told me I’d perform a task and I never thought I have.

Then it all came together and thought of what I had done in 31 years and it all came together.  I get the giggles from time to time not sure if I was just a crazy old man.  That’s my excuse for most anything I do these days.  I told her that I have to laugh at myself because maybe I am just a crazy old man.  But I was smoking my pipe and thought maybe I am just an old man who is wise as a serpent and harmless as a dove.

And today as I smoke my Nording Number 3 pipe my Angels make me feel so good as I think back over 31 years with them.  I wouldn’t have come this far without them and I could see why they said smoking my pipe was up to me.  I often wish I could smoke it most anywhere unseen, but I can’t hide my giggles.  I see so much now I can actually laugh about.  My Angels knew they couldn’t take my pipe from me.  Only my pipe and the Angels know exactly why I giggle.  I’m just a crazy old man who smokes a pipe and talks to Angels.  If that ain’t crazy, I’m not sure what is.  Thinking about it makes me laugh.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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