“Uh-Huh! Oh-yeah! I’m off the hook, Oh YEAH, Oh YEAH!”
Explanation: a little victory song by juror #722. Good thing You can’t see my goofy dance! -lol
What a relief: big SIGH! Yes, I was summoned for jury duty. Ended up being on standby all week and today, I’m off the hook (for now).
Honestly, I wanted to honor the summons, but hopefully not have to report! Last night when calling for my daily instructions and dress code (no shorts, no flip-flops, appropriate attire for court required) reminders, the juror numbers called to report for Friday were jumping all over the place and got me nervous. When I hung up the phone, all I could do was the above-mentioned song and dance…(YAY#722 not needed–WOO-HOO)!:)
(Have You been called for jury duty?) Duty in one form or another calls everyday, eh?!
Compassion Duty calls me all the time -lol:) The dance of compassion is strange indeed.
Honoring the Duty of Compassion takes various forms in life.
Every day all of us have to make decisions or choices aka preferences or judgement calls of one sort or another. Personally, I don’t feel too comfortable or too adequate in the role of judging someone’s choices or actions. I’m not a mind reader, heart reader, motivation reader. (Nor do I feel the need for a power trip of lording/holding authority (and/or punishment) over somebody.)
Yes, I believe in Justice! (Yes, I believe in the superlative law of Agape love and the spirit of that law.) That living law is written on my heart and preoccupies my mind. (And I hope daily expressed in all my choices and interactions.) I bow to compassion.
We all pay in one way or another for our choices big and small including wise or poor decisions. (We pay now or later! We all owe. We are all in debt of some kind and to someone.)
You reap what you sow. You sow orange seeds…no big guess, you’re …