Friday, December 31, 2021

NOT SO Randoms...

Today is just another day.

And, yet, it isn't. As I've recently noted on Saturday Mornings , our family is ending 2021 in a rather disrupted fashion. On Monday, we proceed with a high amount of uncertainty on what 2022 will bring to us.

I know that uncertainty is a given (much more than we would like to admit). But, knowing about it (with my head) and facing it specifically (with my heart) can be two different things. It is hard not to notice that the prospects for the future are highly eclipsing our imagination of the past. In other words, 2022 is over-shadowing all that has been in 2021.

Normally, I take the end-of-year moment to reflect...quite a bit on the prior year. If nothing else, it brings me to a common and good question — what do I want in a new year?

It is easier to live in any other space than the current moment — we constantly try to anticipate the future, when we're not preoccupied with the past. So, unlike most of my 'Randoms...' entries, I've titled today's post 'NOT SO Randoms...' because today the thoughts are more directly linked to each other — they reflect the seemingly random conflation of the realities of any given day (today) with the questions (detailed and abstract) that focus tends to surface.

My 'Randoms...' usually have 3 observations and end with a question. This time, I'm starting with my question:


Do you ever have a sense that things are about to change in some significant way?


Sometimes life forces us to return to things that center us.


It is true that you can always do more; it is also true that you cannot do infinitely more.


That we even exist has impact; how we exist has even more impact.


Prior Randoms...

Thursday, December 30, 2021

State We Are Routinely In

The ‘spiral of becoming’ shows us that we physiologically change to any state we are routinely in.

-- Alane Daugherty


If this leaves me somewhere I don't want to be, what routines am I going to change?

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

What If: It Isn't Really Knowledge?

What If...it really isn't knowledge that makes us grow?

A significant driver in our development is what causes us to learn, to grow.

For a long time, we probably assume that driver is the knowledge we need.  But, what it is that creates and fosters the desire for that knowledge, that may be even more important?

When we are motivated, a lot of things happen. So, a question might be, what catalyzes our motivation?

It seems easy to observe that whatever it is that creates our attention to something is what motivates us. Many times, for example, pain in our lives gets our attention and that attention becomes our motivation to get rid of the pain.  

In a previous post, I mentioned a recent circumstance in our son's life.  I watched him have to increasingly engage in what he needed to do because of what he wanted (to get out of the hospital).  It was a familiar phenomenon; years ago pain from kidney stones got my undivided attention, too.  Pain in my knees led me to surgery.  Other kinds of pain, like that from lost jobs and relationships pushed me into new depths of self-awareness.  I think pain often works like this for many people

Another example of where desire creates our attention might be when we fall in love. There is someone who captures our imagination in a way that we give our undivided attention to them.  We are motivated to focus on what it takes to participate in that love.

So, it seems that more often than not, motivation comes from something that we desire — something we want to get out of or away from, something that we desire to move towards. When these dynamics are in play, we appear to be motivated. And, it is when we are motivated that we expend effort, energy, and intention to secure what we desire. 

And, it is the combination of these forces, that create the context for our growth.  In other words, if you want something bad enough, you often begin to do things towards that end which actually have another affect, what we gain because we apply ourselves.

When we are in a position to look back on portions of our lives, we often remember the circumstances that got our attention, that catalyzed our activity, and that we grew from.


I pray for myself, and what I am paying attention to, to the things that are asking for my attention — like places of pain, places of love, etc.

This week, I pray for son, Conner, as he reflects on what happened and anticipates what is yet coming (brain surgery on Monday).  May he not only survive it (God, I pray he does...), but also grow from it (in whatever form time allows for that to occur).

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Optimism Is A Tool

We generally adopt a posture of optimism or pessimism as a response (or reaction) to external events. We see how things are unfolding and make a decision about what to expect. We feel like we need to justify our response based on the facts on the ground.

But that doesn’t actually explain why different people, similarly informed, might adopt an optimistic mood or a pessimistic one.

In fact, that mood is a choice. And it’s one that determines how we’ll behave.

Optimism is a tool that permits us to solve problems more effectively. If used wisely, it brings enthusiasm, inspiration and hope to projects that benefit from them.

[And pessimism is a tool as well–it can help you with budgeting, scheduling and other projects. If it works for you, that’s great. Choose your tools wisely.]

As a universal default, either mood will certainly lead to misguided energy and poor decisions. But if we can be thoughtful about optimism as a tactic, the focus and energy it brings can solve problems that others might simply walk away from.

Our pessimism might not be an accurate diagnosis of the past. It might simply be a tool we’re using to produce a future we’re not happy with.

-- Seth GodinOptimism is a tool

Monday, December 27, 2021

Honest Encounter

I’m wondering...if, at times, all we can effectively offer to the world is our honest encounter with life and the desire that permeates it.

I’ve, subconsciously, been working on this idea for the better part of a week now, from the chair of a hospital room, a mostly powerless position, at least in terms of offering a solution.  

No one really needs (wants?) our platitudes; but, what they may need is the permission we can offer each other, through our suffering, to acknowledge their own encounter with life…and, therefore, with God.

Most people can’t really take on much of my experience — they can only take on their own. But, what I can do is live with the vulnerability I experience in a way that invites imagination for what doing so honestly looks like.

People who appear to dominate life end up mostly as facsimiles for others.  We don’t really need more of that; we need to live more openly with what we can’t control…and with where that leaves us.

We are quite, after all, humble and dependent creatures, with potential for increasing awareness of our capacity to both receive and offer love to those around us.

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Reconnect

In its truest sense, religion should reconnect human beings — bind them again — to creation, to one another, to the Divine, to Love

-- Jacqui Lewis

Saturday, December 25, 2021

He Will Bring Us Goodness and Light

The fully-lit version of the Christmas moment arrives in a flourish of both light AND color, even better than anticipated — ♫ He will bring us goodness and light ♫.  The most natural response is sharing the abundance of all things — our Merry Christmas-ing is a glimpse of all that truly is, as we increasingly become aware of it.


Make ready for the Christ, 
Whose smile, like lightning,
Sets free the song of everlasting glory
That now sleeps, in your paper flesh, like dynamite.

— Thomas Merton, “The Victory”

Friday, December 24, 2021

The Night Before Christmas

As a child...some of my earliest memories are of the lights on a Christmas tree.  I remember getting up early just to sit in a rocking chair and stare at the lights — probably subconsciously wondering at the meaning of it all....

Perhaps this is why, to this day, the tree of this season is such an affection for me.  Among many things, it is emblematic of something innocent.  Something touched me way back then and continues to represent something holy I desire even now.  

Pricks of light in the darkness — hinting at (if not fully anticipating) a kind of light that reveals that all will be well.  We need to know this....


There’s really nothing necessarily pretty about the first Christmas. We have Joseph breaking the law, knowing what he should do with a seemingly “adulterous woman,” but he doesn’t divorce Mary as the Law clearly tells him to do, even though he has no direct way of knowing that the baby was conceived by the Holy Spirit [Matthew 1:18–24]. It can certainly lead us to wonder why so much of Christianity became so legalistic when we have at its very beginning a man who breaks the law to protect the dignity of the woman he loves. Then we clearly have a couple that is homeless and soon to be refugees or immigrants in their flight to Egypt shortly after Jesus’ birth [Matthew 2:13–15].

So where is this God revealing God’s self? Certainly not in the “safe” world, but at the edge, at the bottom, among those people and places where we don’t want to find God, where we don’t look for God, where we don’t expect God. The way we’ve shaped Christianity, one would think it was all about being nice and middle class and “normal” and under the law. In the Gospels, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph are none of those things, so they might just be telling us we should be looking elsewhere for our status and dignity. Maybe the reason that our knowledge of God is so limited is because we’ve been looking for God in places we consider nice and pretty. Instead, God chooses the ordinary and messy.

What is our story as Christians? God being totally vulnerable, totally poor, a little child. If we’re honest, this is not a fitting image for God. It’s telling us right away that God is not who we think God is! Sadly, most people’s image of God is jolly Santa, making a list and checking it twice, finding out who’s naughty or nice. It’s certainly not this humble, helpless baby who has come to love us in ways that we’re not ready to be loved.

What this feast tells us is that reality, at its deepest foundation, is good, even “very good.” The divine is hidden quietly inside the human. The holy is hidden in the physical and the material. Therefore, we have every reason to live in hope and trust and confidence.

-- Richard Rohr

Thursday, December 23, 2021

What Are You Baking’?


As disrupted as our week has been, we are still finding a way — Tami just baked our favorite (candy-cane cookies) with our grandson, Graham.  …when there's a will, there's a way!

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Moving Christmas

Does Christmas move?  Well, probably not, since it is more of an idea than a place.

But, we do locate things don’t we?  So, for many of us, Christmas is often tied to being somewhere, somewhere like home (they have songs along these lines, don’t they?).  For many (where it is not a negative thing), home likely represents a place of closeness and connection with those we love.  

In that regard, we had some epic plans for Christmas this year — with the whole family together.  This week has disrupted those in significant ways.  But, while there may be some (relatively small) disappointments, this week’s events have put into sharper relief things that we value even more.

All we really have to do is move Christmas. So, we will now huddle up as a family in Indy and likely reflect afresh on what it really means to have each other.  Conner will likely leave the hospital tomorrow.  We hope for continued healing for his body and strength for days ahead, whatever they bring to us.

And, we are especially grateful for our son’s life and the reminder of what we really have with each other as we celebrate Christmas this year…because Christmas can move with us to wherever we are.

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

You Never Know

You never know what a day may bring — today, we pray for our son.

We learned that he had life-threatening seizures yesterday at work — from what appears to be a mass that apparently has been growing undetected in his brain.

In this moment, we are more mindful of our vulnerabilities in life. May we face them with courage and hope, rather than fear (we certainly have those), and invite the care we need into our lives, each from our various perspectives and relationships with Conner.  

I marvel at the care Gina is giving to him through this — it is something divine.


All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

-- Martin Buber

Monday, December 20, 2021

Tend To Respond

I've noticed...I tend to respond to ideas more than I create them.

That might be a bit too obvious, too convenient...and, therefore, self-fulfilling.

For one thing, it might not even be true.  What may be true though is that it is easier borrow than it is to notice.  

Isn't noticing closer to some kind of engagement with the dynamics that generate ideas?  Of course, it takes more than that.  But, the problem is that I am often too busy to take the time to let noticing lead me to creating.  

And, I can become content with just responding to them.  But, inevitably I end up being bored with that modality.  I want more — to be in ideas, rather than just flirting with them.  

Couldn’t I be just a little more Christmasy today (after all, this is a decent-sized holiday week)?  

Well, perhaps I am.  I am tapping into something that happens with the run-up to Christmas each year, with the latent awareness that something is both closing and opening.

Closing in the sense that I know how a year is supposed to finish — you know, with Christmas.  Like putting a star on the tree, it is supposed to cap off the year.  We know how to do it.  It feels good and if it can't, at least there are many things to eat and drink to numb us if needed.

But, we also know that right behind this closing is another opening.  Something we both want, like a fresh start, and fear, like what will change?  What do I need to change  (besides the additional weight I'm carrying from all the eating and drinking)?

Responding to things is a great habit — it is a kind of engagement with what is directly around me.  But, it also can become kind of insular.  I start choosing what I want to engage with and, more particularly, what I don't.  And, if I'm honest, I get a little bored with the convenient arrangements I come up with.

Invariably, I want to create something.  I want to be a part of what is being created.  Perhaps the former (responding) is simply a human instinct, while the latter (creating) is a divine one.  

The smash-up of ideas embedded in things like Christmas and New Years is quite a combination when you really think about.  One is about cherishing something and the other is about wanting to blow it up.

Sunday, December 19, 2021

The Story of Jesus

Hope in gospel faith is not just a vague feeling that things will work out, for it is evident that things will not just work out. Rather, hope is the conviction, against a great deal of data, that God is tenacious and persistent in overcoming the deathliness of the world, that God intends joy and peace. Christians find compelling evidence, in the story of Jesus, that Jesus, with great persistence and great vulnerability, everywhere he went, turned the enmity of society toward a new possibility, turned the sadness of the world toward joy, introduced a new regime where the dead are raised, the lost are found, and the displaced are brought home again.

-- Walter Brueggemann


Is there anything more laden with good news of Christmas than Jesus?

Saturday, December 18, 2021

Randoms...

Cultural rituals (like those of this season) highly shape us, one way or another, as we recognize how much of what we value is tied to our childhood experiences.


Truth be told, we have all added (to one degree or another) to the loss we’ve experienced in our lives — rather than despair, this could lead us to humility.


Despite what would appear to be trending at any given moment, there are still long-haul things (like trust, wisdom, etc.) that take time to build.


"Life is hard. I’ve made some mistakes.  But, I have no regrets." — really, is that true, no regrets?


Prior Randoms...

Voter Fraud

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Overcome Fear, Behold Wonder

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

-- Richard Bach

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

Unadorned Joy

The other day, I was walking past a co-workers office and saw a Christmas card on her desk.  With very little ornamentation, it simply had the word JOY in large bold letters.

Couldn't dress it up a bit?

The irony was, in spite of the simple presentation, I thought about the word joy the rest of the day...and have ever since.  What is there, after all, to dress-up about joy?  Joy is its own ornamentation, especially the experience of it.

Joy seems to have an antecedent (better look that one up).  And, typically, it is a response.

So, what is antecedent to joy and what kind of a response is it?

When you feel joy, you know it don't you?  It is unique; different from the ease of happiness.  It seems to include an element of relief.  Like something important, that you feared was lost or gone, is still here and alive and, perhaps, even more so than you had ever anticipated.

It is hard this time of year not to notice the word.  Embedded in the Christmas story (the famous hymn 'Joy to the World' comes to mind), joy connected to something good, something that is even more true than you had hoped for, is a response to great news.  Lyrics from one of my favorite seasonal hymns captures the essence:

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is Love and His gospel is Peace;
Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother,
And in his name all oppression shall cease,
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful Chorus raise we;
Let all within us praise his Holy name!

-- O Holy Night

And joy seems to reside in notions of something truly transcendent, collective, and cosmicly convivial, often manifesting itself in forms of praise.

The antecedent may very well be our fear about all that isn't peace and love.  Against the back-drop of 'sin and error pining', comes the realization that peace will, in fact, prevail because of Love.

Regeneration of the good news of this prospect invariably produces a response of joy — a euphoric sense that all will be well again, after all.

Like the Christmas card, it is conspicuous that nothing can really adorn joy.  It is its own self-contained essence.  It surprises with excitement and lingers with unabatable anticipation that what was true...still is.  Realization or recognition seems to be the context for joy.




As with most art, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  And some of the best things still end up being unnecessarily overdone.  This rendition, however, typically ends up with chills running up-and-down my spine.  It is full of power and is graceful at the same time — descending and ascending in ways that feel deeply respectful of the sheer musicality of the content represented.  

I go back to this each year at least once.  Last night's loud-play succeeded in kicking my spirit fully into the spirit of this season again this year.

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Try To Avoid It

The future is only scary, if we try to avoid it.

-- Simon Sinek

Monday, December 13, 2021

Insatiable Desire

Ever noticed...what appears to be our nearly insatiable desire to be known?

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Who We Already Are

The Christian life is simply a matter of becoming who we already are.

The true and essential work of all religion is to help us recognize the divine image in everyone and every thing. It is to mirror things correctly, deeply, and fully until all things know who they are. 

Either we see the divine image in all created things, or we end up not seeing it very well at all.

-- Richard Rohr

Saturday, December 11, 2021

Randoms...

Our greater capacities are rooted in our basic design — we see more easily what is most natural for us to see.


It is rare to care for another person in ways that one has not been cared for oneself — this seems true collectively as well.


Some people seem to be naturally affectionate, while others don't.


What is it about someone who is uninhibited that is so easy to enjoy?


Prior Randoms...

Vaccination Rate

-- Heather Cox Richardson

Friday, December 10, 2021

In the Meantime

'Poem for the week' -- "In the Meantime":

The river rose wildly every seventh spring

or so, and down the hatch went the town,

just a floating hat box or two, a cradle,

a cellar door like an ark to float us back

into the story of how we drown but never

for good, or long. How the ornate numbers 

of the bank clock filled with flood, how 

we scraped minute by minute the mud 

from the hours and days until the gears

of time started to catch and count again.

Calamity is how the story goes, how

we built the books of the Bible. Not 

the one for church, but the one the gods

of weather inscribed into our shoulder

blades and jawbones to grant them grit

enough to work the dumb flour of day

into bread and breath again. The world

has a habit of ending, every grandmother 

and father knew well enough never to say,

so deeply was it stained into the brick 

and mind. We live in the meantime

is how I remember the length of twilight 

and late summer cicadas grinding the air

into what seemed like unholy racket to us, 

but for them was the world’s only music.

-- Max Garland


From the author:

“My grandparents loved to remember the drowning of our western Kentucky town in the 1937 Ohio River flood. I inherited the newspaper images—a Jersey cow on a second story balcony, people rowing down Broadway. That flood became intermingled with the one I learned about in church, Noah’s flood. In fact, history and childhood religion more or less flowed together in an ongoing story of Calamity and Grit. But honestly, I probably wrote the poem because I liked the sound of the words ‘the river rose wildly’ and wanted to keep that sound going as long as I could.”

Thursday, December 09, 2021

Intimately Related

The ability to love yourself is intimately related to your capacity to love others.

-- Michael Curry

Wednesday, December 08, 2021

What Do I Want To Be Better?

Another lingering reflection, from a recent Randoms...:

Nearly anyone can be a critic (especially in retrospect) — it is much harder to have the will to think and work at making something better. 


Have the habits of the critic ever inhabited you (they have me)?  

It is easy to think about things that should be better, especially in the abstract.

It is harder to think about what you want to be better — about what you want to do to make that thing better.

You can almost feel people start backing off between the thinking and the doing parts.

But, it is actually a little more helpful to ask, what do I want to be better?  

This changes things up a bit.  It makes me choose something.  It requires something of me.  Just thinking doesn't really require much.  Being selective and personal is an ask — an ask for a commitment of some kind.

If I can't (or won't) make a choice about what I want to be better, then I'm mostly just throwing shade.

Take refugees, for example; I may think there is a problem with the refugee crisis.  I wouldn't be wrong.  But, do I want to do anything about it?

At some point, the ground between the hypothetical and real change for the better has to be covered with the will (actual effort).

I can't do this for everything either; so, I'm going to have to pick the things I want to be better.

So, what do I want to be better?

What am I going to do about it?

Tuesday, December 07, 2021

Pearl Harbor: Doris Miller

On the sunny Sunday morning of December 7, 1941, Messman Doris Miller had served breakfast aboard the U.S.S. West Virginia, stationed in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and was collecting laundry when the first of nine Japanese torpedoes hit the ship.

In the deadly confusion, Miller reported to an officer, who told him to help move the ship’s mortally wounded captain off the bridge. Unable to move him far, Miller sheltered the captain behind the ship’s conning tower. Then another officer ordered Miller to pass ammunition to him as he started up one of the two abandoned anti-aircraft guns in front of the conning tower. Miller had not been trained to use the guns because, as a Black man in the U.S. Navy, he was assigned to serve the white officers. But while the officer was distracted, Miller began to fire one of the guns. He fired it until he ran out of ammunition. Then he helped to move injured sailors to safety before he and the other survivors abandoned the West Virginia, which sank to the bottom of Pearl Harbor.

That night, America declared war on Japan. Japan declared war on America the next day, and four days later, on December 11, 1941, Italy and Germany both declared war on America. “The powers of the steel pact, Fascist Italy and National Socialist Germany, ever closely linked, participate from today on the side of heroic Japan against the United States of America,” Italian leader Benito Mussolini said. “We shall win.” Of course they would. Mussolini and Germany’s leader, Adolf Hitler, believed the mongrel Americans had been corrupted by Jews and “Negroes,” and could never conquer their own organized military machine.

The steel pact, as Mussolini called it, was the vanguard of his new political ideology. That ideology was called fascism, and he and Hitler thought it would destroy democracy once and for all.

Mussolini had been a socialist as a young man and had grown terribly frustrated at how hard it was to organize people. No matter how hard socialists tried, they seemed unable to convince ordinary people that they must rise up and take over the country’s means of production.

The efficiency of World War I inspired Mussolini. He gave up on socialism and developed a new political theory that rejected the equality that defined democracy. He came to believe that a few leaders must take a nation toward progress by directing the actions of the rest. These men must organize the people as they had been organized during wartime, ruthlessly suppressing all opposition and directing the economy so that businessmen and politicians worked together. And, logically, that select group of leaders would elevate a single man, who would become an all-powerful dictator. To weld their followers into an efficient machine, they demonized opponents into an "other" that their followers could hate.

Italy adopted fascism, and Mussolini inspired others, notably Germany's Hitler. Those leaders came to believe that their system was the ideology of the future, and they set out to destroy the messy, inefficient democracy that stood in their way.

America fought World War II to defend democracy from fascism. And while fascism preserved hierarchies in society, democracy called on all men as equals. Of the more than 16 million Americans who served in the war, more than 1.2 million were African American men and women, 500,000 were Latinos, and more than 550,000 Jews were part of the military. Among the many ethnic groups who fought, Native Americans served at a higher percentage than any other ethnic group—more than a third of able-bodied men between the ages of 18 and 50 joined the service—and among those 25,000 soldiers were the men who developed the famous “Code Talk,” based in tribal languages, that codebreakers never cracked.

The American president at the time, Democrat Franklin Delano Roosevelt, hammered home that the war was about the survival of democracy. Fascists insisted that they were moving their country forward fast and efficiently—claiming the trains ran on time, for example, although in reality they didn’t— but FDR constantly noted that the people in Italy and Germany were begging for food and shelter from the soldiers of democratic countries.

Ultimately, the struggle between fascism and democracy was the question of equality. Were all men really created equal as the Declaration of Independence said, or were some born to lead the rest, whom they held subservient to their will?

Democracy, FDR reminded Americans again and again, was the best possible government. Thanks to armies made up of men and women from all races and ethnicities—a mongrel population—the Allies won the war against fascism, and it seemed that democracy would dominate the world forever.

But as the impulse of WWII pushed Americans toward a more just and inclusive society after it, those determined not to share power warned their supporters that including people of color and women as equals in society would threaten their own liberty. Those reactionary leaders rode that fear into control of our government, and gradually they chipped away the laws that protected equality. Now, once again, democracy is under attack by those who believe some people are better than others.

The once-grand Republican Party has been captured by the right wing. It has lined up behind former president Donald Trump and his cronies, its true believers refusing to accept that a majority of Americans turned Trump out of office in 2020 and replaced him with a Democrat, President Joe Biden. They insist that it is not possible for a Democrat to have been legitimately elected and blame “voter fraud” for the result, although repeated recounts and inspections have proved the vote counts were accurate.

Some Republican lawmakers evidently believe the Big Lie that Trump won in 2020; others are going along with it out of opportunism or fear, but they are not speaking out to counter the lies poisoning our democracy. Even after January 6, when insurgents stormed the U.S. Capitol and threatened the lives of our top lawmakers, 147 Republicans voted to challenge the election results. Now, 68% of Republicans think that Democrats “stole” the 2020 election.

Now, Republican lawmakers are silent as Republican-dominated legislatures in 19 states have passed 33 laws to make it harder for Black and Brown Americans, as well as others expected to back Democrats, to vote. Some of those states have taken the power to certify official votes away from nonpartisan officials and given it to Republicans. Had these laws been in place in 2020, Trump would almost certainly still be in office.

As we learn more about the events of January 6, it is clear that the former president and his inner circle corrupted the Department of Justice and possibly other parts of the government, launching a coup that came perilously close to success. And, as Barton Gellman details this week in The Atlantic, they are arranging the mechanics of our democracy to make sure that next time, they won’t fail. They will put in place an autocracy in which a powerful leader and his chosen loyalists make the rules under which the rest of us must live.

Will we permit the destruction of American democracy on our watch?

When America came under attack before, people like Doris Miller refused to let that happen. For all that American democracy still discriminated against him, it gave him room to stand up for the concept of human equality—and he laid down his life for it. Promoted to cook after the Navy sent him on a publicity tour, Miller was assigned to a new ship, the U.S.S. Liscome Bay, which was struck by a Japanese torpedo on November 24, 1943. It sank within minutes, taking two thirds of the crew, including Miller, with it.

I hear a lot these days about how American democracy is doomed and the reactionaries will win. Maybe. But the beauty of our system is that it gives us people like Doris Miller.

Even better, it makes us people like Doris Miller.

-- Heather Cox Richardson, Letters from an American

Monday, December 06, 2021

Can You Have Peace Without...?

I’m wondering…about peace — is it something you can enforce?

Can you have peace without justice?  Is it a by-product?


Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control.

-- Jack Kornfield

Sunday, December 05, 2021

Uses Up Desire

Psychologically, addiction uses up desire. It is like a psychic malignancy, sucking our life energy into specific obsessions and compulsions, leaving less and less energy available for other people and other pursuits.

The energy of our basic desire for God is the human spirit, planted within us and nourished endlessly by the Holy Spirit of God. In this light, the spiritual significance of addiction is not just that we lose freedom through attachment to things, nor even that things so easily become our ultimate concerns. Of much more importance is that we try to fulfill our longing for God through objects of attachment.

-- Gerald May

Saturday, December 04, 2021

Michigan: Big Ten Football - Champions

More pics here....

Randoms...from Others

Great necessities call out great virtues.

-- Abigail Adams


Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius.

-- Benjamin Disraeli


We fall into the rhythm of our rituals and think they’ll last forever, even if nothing does.   Like most good things, they often end before we know they’re over.

-- Matt Labash


Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.

-- Wendell Berry


...find the thread? (Prior Randoms...from Others).

Rental Vacancy Rate

Thursday, December 02, 2021

Only As Young

You're only as young as the last time you changed your mind.

-- Timothy Leary

Wednesday, December 01, 2021

Irrefutable

At some level, change is irrefutable. 

You don't even have look very far to see it, literally and ideologically.  

A question you often feel circulating around the reality of change is whether it is good (or not).

In some spaces we are quite comfortable with it — for example, we like many of the creature-comforts that we enjoy today, especially when we see what people in earlier times had to endure.

In other spaces many are less comfortable with change, perhaps because they feel like something is being lost or is out of control.  Certainly, some things are being lost and some of that is, at best, unfortunate.  But, in other ways, there are many things being lost which, frankly, are good to lose.  With the benefit of hindsight, we've seen their liabilities and taken steps to change them.

Cultural and social issues tend to prevail in areas of concern about change.  For those with religious sensitivities, change in theological frame-works can often feel threatening.

It is easy to romanticize things about the past that we wish we could hold on to or return to.  But, the very nature of things seems to indicate that you can't really have one kind of change without the other.  We don't get to pick and choose.  It just happens.

And that is a critical dynamic to recognize — a lot of change just happens.

Not to say that change is completely random (though some of it certainly looks that way).  Change seems to be something that is more related to the way motion, activity, and ideas tend to work.  There are physical dynamics involved with things that are in motion.  Action tends to create reaction.  Ideas tend to generate new ideas.  In other words, one thing begets another.

It doesn't take long to notice that nearly everything is reacting to something else — quickly or slowly.  And, at some point, it is not hard to recognize that the dynamics of change are almost natural (even as we, almost naturally, resist it).  The nature of birth itself seems to announce that there are always new things that are happening.  While elements of certain things seem pervasively consistent, the application of them often seems to morph or evolve as the context in which it exists does.  In that way, it has to.

And, so, resisting the irrefutability of change is almost futile.

Rather than primarily trying to resist it, perhaps it is more helpful to identify how to constructively work with the phenomenon of change.  This recognizes and gives agency to how we would like to shape the function and substance of the way change (inevitably) happens.

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Deviation

 Progress is not possible without deviation.

-- Frank Zappa

Monday, November 29, 2021

Legacy Issues & Need for Admiration

I've noticed...I tend to struggle with people who seem pre-occupied with their legacy or their need to be admired, especially those who operate with dogmatism or imposing personalities.

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Mystery of Poverty

The mystery of poverty is that by sharing in it, making ourselves poor in giving to others, we increase our knowledge of and belief in love.

-- Dorothy Day

For Those That Need To See It Again

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Falling Leaves

How beautifully they go to their graves! How gently lay themselves down and turn to mould! — painted of a thousand hues, and fit to make the beds of us living. So they troop to their last resting-place, light and frisky. They put on no weeds, but merrily they go scampering over the earth, selecting the spot, choosing a lot, ordering no iron fence, whispering all through the woods about it — some choosing the spot where the bodies of men are mouldering beneath, and meeting them half-way. How many flutterings before they rest quietly in their graves! They that soared so loftily, how contentedly they return to dust again, and are laid low, resigned to dust and decay at the foot of the tree, and afford nourishment to new generations of their kind, as well as to flutter on high! They teach us how to die. One wonders if the time will ever come when men, with their boasted faith in immortality, will lie down as gracefully and as ripe — with such an Indian-summer serenity will shed their bodies, as they do their hair and nails. 

-- Henry David Thoreau


Friday, November 26, 2021

Thanks

'Poem for the week' -- "Thanks":

Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
standing by the windows looking out
in our directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

-- W. S. Merwin - 1927-2019

Thursday, November 25, 2021

Our Abundance

Not what we have, but what we enjoy constitutes our abundance.

-- Jean Antoine Petit-Senn


A while back, this thought captured my imagination:

Gratitude turns what we have into enough.

-- Melody Beattie


There is a deception in maintaining our perception that abundance is primarily about more.  The reality is, it isn't.  It is about acknowledging what we have, rather than striving for what we don't have.  Abundance isn’t about quantity — it is about our understanding of enough.

As we meet people, we can tell who has learned this truth.  This Thanksgiving, I want to be increasingly one of those people who has learned about and is grateful for enough.

What I have been given is all that matters.  Feeling a need to get more seems only to diminish my ability to be thankful.  I really have everything I need, not to mention so much of what I also want.  The shift from needing more to acknowledging what I already have changes much of my perspective.

What we have is enough.  It is from there that we are able to truly appreciate and enjoy both it and life — this is true abundance.


Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Thankfulness Is Like A Muscle

The practice of gratitude teaches us, as the theologian Christine D. Pohl put it, “the giftedness of our total existence.” This posture of receptiveness — living as the thankful beneficiary of gifts — is the path of joy because it reminds us that we do not have to be the makers and sustainers of our life. Gratitude is how we embrace beauty without clutching it so tightly that we strangle it.  Most of the best things in life can only be received and held with open hands. 

“Even in these lowly lovelinesses,” says the title character Thomas Wingfield in George MacDonald’s novel, “there is a something that has its root deeper than your pain; that, all about us, in earth and air, wherever eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth in signs, now in a daisy, now in a wind waft, a cloud, a sunset, a power that holds constant and sweetest relation with the dark and silent world within us.”

Feeling grateful does not always happen naturally. Thankfulness is something like a muscle we can exercise. Just as we can cultivate ingratitude, entitlement, bitterness or cynicism, we can foster gratitude, appreciative humility, delight and joy.

-- Tish Harrison WarrenNY Times Newsletters

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Together

In the US, Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Despite what you might see around you, it’s not a holiday that exists to mark the beginning of shopping season. It celebrates the harvest, and in the original glossed-over telling, celebrates the connections between people from different backgrounds and cultures.

And each year, we get another chance to make that version true. Every day, in fact.

Two thoughts as you begin to plan your celebration (wherever you are, and whatever day you have it.)

First, I hope you’ll consider the free Thanksgiving Reader. It’s a PDF you can print and share at the event. For years, people have been using it to go around the table and give friends and family a chance to speak and connect. I’m thrilled that it’s already touched more than a million people.

 -- Seth GodinTogether


As I read this recently, it struck me that perhaps this is the only way out of what we might term things like cultural-divides.  Until we can we see what we are grateful for again in each other, we may not be able to move on towards something constructive about what it means to maintain a society.  Obviously, the first Thanksgiving was about the connections between people from different backgrounds and cultures — a reality that persists even to today.

What does it take for us (me) to see others as something we are grateful for?  And, to get beyond just the merits of the concept, perhaps I need to ask myself who in my life do I not see through a lens of gratitude?

Monday, November 22, 2021

Kind of Energy

Ever noticed...that gratitude is a kind of energy — both tapping into it and creating it?

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Make Space...To Recognize

All that we are looking for in life—all the happiness, contentment, and peace of mind—is right here in the present moment. Our very own awareness is itself fundamentally pure and good. The only problem is that we get so caught up in the ups and downs of life that we don’t take the time to pause and notice what we already have.

Don’t forget to make space in your life to recognize the richness of your basic nature, to see the purity of your being and let its innate qualities of love, compassion, and wisdom naturally emerge. Nurture this recognition as you would a small seedling. Allow it to grow and flourish. . . .

-- Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche


Isn't this the heart of what we are doing when we give thanks?

Saturday, November 20, 2021

Randoms...

Self-righteous people, in general, don’t seem very happy…or enjoyable.


We spend so much time trying to be what we think we need to be, in order to be loved.


It is imagination that changes things, that changes us.


Though it may occasionally happen, the purpose of art is not commercial success — to the degree that is true, wouldn't that apply as well to the purpose of human existence? 


Prior Randoms...

Wealth


Friday, November 19, 2021

Visual: Mirror

Visual - "Mirror"

Winona Lake, IN

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Remove A Layer

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Ars whose family fell on hard times.

Desperate, Ars' parents betrothed her to a wealthy but hideous dragon to secure her dowry.

Ars despaired. "How can I spend the rest of my life with such a horrid creature?" she cried.

With nowhere else to turn, Ars went to her elderly grandmother to seek her advice.

Her grandmother, with a kind and knowing smile, told her:

"My dear, here's what you must do. Before you consummate the marriage, secretly put on ten wedding gowns and make a deal with your new husband.

Tell him that for each dress you remove, he has to remove a layer of his scales."

Bewildered but faced with no other choice, Ars decided to follow her grandmother's instructions.

When she made her request of the dragon on their wedding night, he was confused but agreed. He peeled off the first layer of his scaly skin, and though it felt uncomfortable, he didn't experience much discomfort.

But with each layer the dragon removed, the pain increased until he roared and wept.

Finally, after he removed the tenth and last layer of his scaly skin, Ars was astonished. Lo and behold! There, before her, stood a handsome prince!

I love this story. It reveals a fundamental truth about the spiritual path and the uncovering of our hidden goodness.

It hurts!

It's painful to remove the darker aspects of our personality that hide our essential beauty. But if we're brave and stay the course, the reward is great. We will uncover our true nature that was there all along!

Wherever you might be in this process, I pray you have the strength to press on and to accept that pain is part of the journey of growth and healing.

The road toward becoming the highest expression of who we are is both glorious and painful. But don't give up! It's worth it!

-- Ian Morgan Cron

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Curiosity > Certainty

Instagram: aaronieq

Many of my regrets are from jumping to certainty about that which I was only beginning to understand. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

LT: Being Positive

Being positive in a negative situation is not naive, it is leadership.

-- Ralph Marston

Monday, November 15, 2021

Religion, Faith, and Spirituality

I’m wondering...how religion, faith, and spirituality are unique, even as they also overlap or inter-relate.  

I probably used to assume that these were all just different words for a fairly common thing.  Now I'm not so sure.

I think I can see each distinctly now, each with the possibility of contributing to the other, but not necessarily doing so.

While the theory involved may be captivating (it is to me, at least), I suspect my experience with each is more personal (as most things are).

Faith for me has probably been more religion than I had realized.  But, once I saw the religion of it, I wanted to distance myself from it.  Spirituality, then, became the outlet, the alternative...the way for me to retain something deeply embedded within me about faith.  But, it too began to feel like, though a necessary reality-check, something that in and of itself was not enough.  

To be honest, I am still exploring some of the range of spirituality, as awareness seems to strike much closer to the center of what all this is about.  

But, faith stills feels like it, in some ways, stands alone.  There is likely a partnership in all three, but there is also a center and that center has something to do with the deepest sense of trust that we have (or need to have).  It is, in that way, a faith that there is something to be trusted.  Something that I need to trust; something that is greater than even my capacity to do it.

So, the question emerges for me is, what is it that I have faith in?  Especially, if it is no longer a given that it is something represented (at least exclusively) by religion.  If faith is the substance of what is,  spirituality is perhaps the means of accessing that it — the substance of what I trust in.  

At the end of day, it comes down to what I believe, not because of what someone says I should believe in, but because of what the spirit of existence, and my own existence, leaves me with.  And that is a sense of what is true about reality and my particular co-existence with it.  Essentially, we believe what we're trusting in.  That, to me, feels like what faith is — what my faith is and how that faith is compatible with the faith of others, who trust something bigger than what may be believed at any given moment.

Religion, it seems to me, is what brought me to my faith.  And, I suspect that as my faith continues to evolve and grow, through my experience with the spiritual nature of all things, I will in some unexpected way contribute to a better and more wholistic kind of religion.