A Prayer Poem for Lydia Ramona
Dear Lydia and Ramona. Left and right.
Thank you for the time you spent with us.
We will wonder briefly about your trip home
and then, no more. You arrived. You left.
We are blessed.
With loving fingers we rub a magic oil lamp;
a loving kindness meditation of lemongrass,
frankincense, and lavender. The lessons [...]
In the 90’s when Gary Larsen was publishing The Far Side cartoons my dear wife bought me several years of the daily calendar. I would tear off the previous day page and put it in the box.
Several years worth of day pages have recently surfaced. I don’t know what to do with them. Throw them out? Can’t do it.
The most recent i [...]
A friend recently asked: I am never going to have the life I want, am I ?
Me: Oh shit, Dearie dear.
A bit later
Friend: I need God
Me: (blah blah blah) God is right here for you. I know it’s true for me.
And that was that. It was late. I was tired.
Now I wish I’d been a little more ready.
What kind of God do you want? A kind God?
After a year-long break I’ve once again redesigned the Mini-Thanks card aiming for a simpler, more direct message.
I might have gotten a little top-heavy with an attempt to monetize the message.
I’d like to ‘do the message’ much more often. It does require time and energy. Hence the wish to find a few nickels in it som [...]
Ellen, a real-life acquaintance and friend on Facebook shared this video link with me.
She and I have done a similar thing; giving simply to give. I am glad she reminded me.
Speaking only for me – it is somewhat selfish. I get so much out of it. And, I can see by the smiles of those I meet that they are lifted up momentarily as well.
If we have faith in God to bring us through the ordeal perhaps we might also consider that God brought us into the ordeal in order to test and transform us. Our task is trust.
When we have expectations that aren’t being met we tell a story that includes words like should and should not. Those words are in direct confrontation with reali [...]
Walk in Beauty
My first two customers this morning were women. An older and a younger. I’m pretty sure they didn’t know each other. We started out on our way and pretty soon I was surprised myself by asking the following question:
“When was the last time you felt beautiful?”
They giggled. I continued.
“I’m sorry. Not the beautif [...]
We might think we are, or are not, a genius. What if we think about …
… thinking … and feeling our genius?
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