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Easy to write about. Hard to live.
The last season of life
is not meant for pleasure
but for letting go of everything
of getting freed for joy
letting go of delusions
of great success
even perfect love
letting go of illusions
about life’s purpose
letting go of dreams
of angels close at hand
the promised land
until all that’s left
is the present moment
and no matter how hard
it may seem
to forget self …
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A past blog post that seems appropriate for our own present political climate.
In the 1950s our home in Houston, Texas was bombed, because my newspaper editor father had endorsed the first African American candidate running for a position on the local school board. Though no one was injured, as a teenager it was terrifying to feel so vulnerable to a hatred I couldn’t understand. So, I am certainly not an advocate for terrorism. And as both the daughter of one newspaper editor and the mother of another, I am a strong supporter of freedom of the press, but not of a press without a conscience.
Words can be as inflammatory as bombs, as most revolutions have proven. Certainly sarcasm and ridicule are generally recognized as deadly for peaceful relationships, whether personal or political.
The violence involving the newspaper Charlie Hebdo in France seems almost a chicken and egg situation with both sides shooting from the hip at anything they don’t like. We…
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A rerun that seems appropriate for our times.
I’m reminded of those great lines from Wilbur Rees:
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk
or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man
or pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
through John Hayes Howard in post on his Face Book Page
Created for Comic Relief.
I have a large collection of ‘being a klutz’ stories starting at about seven years old. This is one of the more memorable ones from when I was twenty.
Back in the days of the dinosaurs, young girls were not supposed to wear black. I never understood the why of this. But since I lived at home until I married at twenty-one, my mother had veto power over what I wore. When I was in my junior year in college, I finally got permission to buy a sophisticated black cocktail dress with a slightly daring neckline and swishy taffeta skirt. I was also allowed to wear mascara for the first time. I even pushed the envelope and wore dangly black and silver earrings and strappy high heels.
I thought I was the most glamorous and sexy gal, since Liz Taylor.
I got my mother to position…
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This is a twist on my Once Upon a Time. I like Tony’s better.
Down with this easy world
we live in now
where thought becomes word becomes deed
at the blink of a trigger
one hard thought
breaks a heart
and hard thoughts fly like missiles
in the night
one hard word
breaks a spirit
and hard words fly like bullets
through the halls
one hard deed
might break a world
and hard deeds wait in shadows
for their time to come
Here’s to a harder world
than the one we have now
where thought and word and deed
work together to keep things right
one soft thought
keeps someone alive
when it leads to one caring word
against the darkness
and one simple deed changes
a hard moment into something shining
Here’s to the end
of playing it easy
Here’s to the start of doing the harder thing
until it becomes easy
This blog is awesome, because it’s not theory, it’s the reality of what a difference faith makes.
Happy New Year!
Yeah, I know I’m late, but I have an excuse.
I spent the last ten days battling a respiratory infection. For someone who lives with only thirty percent of his lungs functioning on a good day, pneumonia and respiratory infections are, putting it lightly, really bad. So, I don’t care what the date on the calendar is, I’m declaring that today is the first day of my year. Those of you who have already broken your New Year resolutions might want to join me in this do-over.
It may be a weird coincidence, but two years ago I spent the first week of the year in the hospital battling a respiratory infection. If you want excitement on New Year’s Eve, just go sit in the ER at a nearby hospital.
As many of you know, I almost lost a battle with pneumonia three months ago. During that…
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Herb had too much to drink at the office New Year’s party, and when he woke up the next morning his head felt ready to explode. He could recall almost nothing of the previous night, and he dreaded the thought of facing his wife, who he suspected would have a few choice words for him. But when he opened his […]