John collects flat refrigerator magnets and sneaks them onto our neighbor’s car. At some point during the week the magnet is removed and as soon as John notices he installs a new one. Who needs Disney Land?nancymauerman.com

On the way to my quilting group Kathy told us about a button she’d found in a fabric store. It said, “This isn’t a mistake: it’s a design element!” I’m thinking this is a useful concept, not only for quilters but for dress makers. When the right sleeve hangs from the shoulder as it should but the left arm angles out from front center.
How about a bicycle that rolls down the street slightly sideways? Think how often Mother could use this new way of thinking to explain creative cookery but I think, “Design Element” could be used best by politicians.  nancymauerman.com

John’s cooking us each a hamburger. I checked over and over, hoping the burger is done. John finally says, “I’m cooking it slow so I don’t mess it up fast.”  nancymauerman.com

I’m possessed!

If there are more tiny one celled creatures in me than there are cells of me, who’s in control?  Who’s in possession of the premises?

Perhaps some time in the future our government will assign a lawyer to represent them against me and to claim what’s theirs, “You can’t take that antibiotic!” nancymauerman.com

Yea, yea, yea. You’re going to say this woman’s always talking about physics but she doesn’t know a thing about it but listen to this: Space time, spirit, matter, physical bodies, mechanics, social, educational, occupation are all one.
I can’t draw SPACE and TIME in the language of math but I see they bend and interact together. I see that the body of man and the mechanics of a clock tick forward slower the faster they go.
I’ve read about the prophets SPIRITUALLY linking into SPACE and TIME and seeing all of time, forwards and back, and how they fit into it. I’ve seen how SPIRIT interacted with John’s BODY and MECHANICS and gave him ten years of life when the doctors scratched their heads and wondered why he wasn’t dead in two. I understand that there are separate individuals (one celled plant/animal type fellows) living IN me but they are not me. They are each a separate creature and must each have a spirit and THERE ARE MORE OF THEM IN NUMBER THAN THERE ARE CELLS OF ME! I also understand there are many cells who enter my body and agree to act as part of me for a while. One cell says, “Yea I’ll be part of her heart’, another says, “OK I’ll be a small part of her skin.” My SPIRIT enters and interacts with these cells= a mortal named Nancy. I wonder what the math looks like behind all this?
We see many examples of SOCIAL interaction with the MATTER-MECHANICAL-PHYSICAL and SPIRIT. The earth, who is also made up of many separate beings and many parts of herself, reacted SPIRITUALLY and violently when her creator was killed, an evil SOCIAL situation. We also now know that as a man studies a big plant, or a one celled one, the plant changes because we are watching. Is there math behind this SOCIAL interaction?
I can see how SOCIAL and EDUCATIONAL / OCCUPATIONAL interact, but I can’t see the latter two affecting anything else except for the fact that the only thing we take with us, when we die, is what we’ve learned.
Conclusion: The little guys inside me, many having been found to be unique and very rare, are matter therefore have mass and weight. If I lose weight I kill them and may be breaking Federal and UN Rare Species laws! There would be math behind this and fines.
Count their cells = more in number, more in volume, more in weight, more fine. If I loose weight am I endangering rare species? Am I a war criminal?nancymauerman.com

John’s not doing well so the hurt inside me is bigger than before.
Here’s another law of physics: the more you love someone the more it hurts when they’re in trouble, therefore it’s very good that my pain is big.nancymauerman.com

John and I are right handed, so when he announced right feet are bigger than lefts, I just had to check. Oh, boy! Mine are the same size! No wonder my handwriting is so poor.nancymauerman.com

I’ve always found that the above times do not add up mathematically.
It always feels like an unbearable task, to ask for forgiveness. I’d rank those times to be 8 or 9 on a misery scale. I can find numerable reasons to justify my mistakes and even more reason why I shouldn’t confront the person involved, for their own sake. The problem is that none of these “reasons” chip away at the misery.
Finally, thinking the process of forgiveness will surely kill me I do it anyway, just to get away from my pain.
I spend my time with great people so SURPRISE, SURPRISE as soon as I say my piece my happiness level far surpasses my exertion level! Not only does my relief match the 8 or 9 but it surpasses it, entering into joy at the fifty to sixty point level!
My intellect remembers this formula but my fears always surface and I go through the same scenario every time, except when my “opportunity” is wasted and the other person involved, dies before I can say I was sorry.
As an artist, fixing mistakes teaches me so much. So I go out of my way to put myself in awkward positions, in order to make mistakes! I can learn from the mistakes. It’s difficult but also so rewarding. But this doesn’t carry over to personal forgiveness.
It’s just as well: I’m not sure my friends would spend much time with me if I went out of my way to need forgiveness from them a dozen times daily.nancymauerman.com

John was watching an educational program on Egyptian history. You’ve probably seen something similar. Before each commercial break ten pieces of information were placed in a blender, mixed well and spread out on the screen.
After the commercial the mixed up fact soup was repeated exactly as before. One fact was added then the same fact soup was repeated again before another commercial break.
John announced, “This is a five minute program stretched to fit a sixty minute time slot!”nancymauerman.com