A Bad Day?

Sure, sometimes I have a bad day. It makes me feel cranky and out of sorts. I try not to inflict my mood on those around me. I have learned to ask myself;

Have I had enough water lately? Do I need a snack?

Am I spending too much time in front of a screen?

Do I need to go outside, go for a walk, work in the garden?

Do I need a nap?

These days, have I showered, brushed my teeth and gotten dressed?

Do I just need a hug?

Never once have I thought I’m so cranky and out of sorts that I will just have to go on a homicidal rampage.

Because that is not a bad day, that is a bad life. That is hatred for self turned inside out. That is wrong.

It’s enough to make the angels weep.

(On March 16, 2021, a young white man self-described as sex-obsessed entered three Asian staffed spas in the Atlanta, GA, area and shot nine people, killing eight of them. A police spokesperson said that Long “had a bad day.”)

History of Inaugural Poems

I was so very heartened by yesterday’s ceremonies. I thought Lady Gaga nailed the “Star-Spangled Banner”. but Amanda Gorman was a highlight of the Biden/Harris inauguration for me.

JFK, Bill Clinton, Barack Obama, and now Joe Biden are the four presidents who invited inaugural poets to share the majesty of words. It makes me happy to have a president who appreciates poetry in office once again.

I found this on an email from BookStore 1, Sarasota.* You can listen to each of the inaugural poets:

https://poets.org/inaugural-poems-history

*I urge all lovers of books to support local, independent bookstores where ever you may find them.

Doorway

. . . this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

(from “Praying” Mary Oliver’s book of poems, Thirst)

The Doorway Effect – PsychLiverpool

Doorway

I stand here open yet
unable to move. I can only
be here — never in, never out.
I stand here but the way
is yours

to take or not.
I invite you to step
over the threshold.
to be brave.

I tell you my purpose.
Now tell me yours.

Olga

Who Matters

I saw something on a Facebook post that resonated to me. The post was addressed to those who respond to Black Lives Matter with a defensive attitude and a demand to say ALL lives matter. The author cited a Biblical reference, Luke 15, parable of the lost sheep, in a loose retelling:

One hundred sheep are safely watched over in a meadow, but one manages to wonder off into the woods. The shepherd leaves to find that one sheep. Ninety-nine sheep cry out, “Hey! What about us? Don’t we matter here?”

“Of course you all matter, but 99 of you are safe here while the one is in danger and is the one that needs my attention and my help right now.”

Sheep - Wikipedia

SO, yes, each life matters. One life mattering does not take away from the worth of another. One life being marginalized or denied dignity diminishes the value of all our loves.

That is what I believe.

Cynical?

I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires. Susan B. Anthony

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No man ever believes that the Bible means what it says: He is always convinced that it says what he means. George Bernard Shaw

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If people want to believe what they want to believe, I guess there really is little I can do about it.

However, if they are thinking they need to share what they believe God whispers in their ear with the notion that that is supposed to show me the way of my own journey . . . yeah, I’m going to be distrustful and out and out annoyed.

A thought:

Sometimes I have to force myself to come up with a positive thought.

I am not sure that I entirely agree with this one though. It seems to me that telling myself that not getting exactly what I thought I wanted is a good reason to keep waiting for something better to come along might just blind me to seeing that what I actually need is already right there in front of me.

Natural Medicine

There is a strange fog rolling over the land. Miasma.

The poison may not be rotten air circling in the dark.

But droplets and aerosols drift through the air and they can spread the coronavirus.

Perhaps the real danger is a deeply seated fear that happens when we become untethered from our better natures our connection to all that is.

Perhaps the real danger is willful ignorance. That scares me the most. Do you can believe what we don’t bother to count just doesn’t exist.

I am sticking with a faith in nature to heal.

What if . . .

What if you could wake up in the morning and be the person you really were meant to be?

Not the person you think you are or the the person you think you should be?

Not the person others always tell you are are tell you should be?

What if you could wake up in the morning, get up and take a shower that washes away entrances thoughts of what is?

Then go to the closet and pick a new outfit to try on?

What if you could? What would you be TODAY?

Bearing Forth the Light of Christ — Joy In Truth

Let it shine.

the horror seeps in

Is it possible to watch a white man nonchalantly kneel on the neck of a black man, to watch a man with his hand in his pocket ignoring the clear distress of the man he is so clearly oppressing, to watch his partners fail to intervene even while the weight remains full force for minutes after breathe and heart have stopped?

Is it possible to watch that and not feel the pain through your entire body?

Is it possible to watch that and not feel a shame and a sadness for the human condition that cries for acknowledgement and release from the depth of your gut?

Is it possible to watch that yet again and not feel your heart cracking?

Is it possible to watch the tears of loss in another and not feel tears well in your own eyes?

And then . . . is it possible to to watch one who feels none of that march to a church waving an unopened Bible in his hands and vowing to heap further injustice on lifetimes of injustice . . . and not feel angry? yet know that he is badly broken deep in his soul?

Crestfallen, Angel Sculpture by Hartley – Wretched Relics

Surely, the angels are weeping for us all right now.