Amo Ergo Sum — that’s the hope.
Maturity. Maturity is the tall, wide, trunk of a tree and one cannot get that healthy, tall, wide, trunk without a little time, and without good roots that hold it in place, and drink up the life giving water under the soil; roots that enable maturity include patience, love, kindness, discretion, knowledge, and light-heartedness.
Well worded, succinct questions; right now that question is: What do I owe others? Believing I am my brother’s keeper, believing that humans are communitarian, social, group-bound creatures, I need to take stock, or “look directly at my life as it is,” and realize what I have, how it is supported, and what of it I can share.
Also my children by nature of their innocence (and questions) unknowingly support me in looking at my life as it is: blessed though defect filled...
Also my children by nature of their innocence (and questions) unknowingly support me in looking at my life as it is: blessed though defect filled.
Go for a walk (sans music); go for a quiet walk. “But I cannot, I have X, Y, Z, to do.” And I should respond, I will do X, Y, Z for you. Go take 30 minutes to walk.
While I’ve improved in my acknowledgement and understanding that life is change, in flux, evolving, growing, et cetera, I have not improved in my knee-jerk and fearful reaction that follows the acknowledgement that I do not know what will happen. I want to plan and to have a process and timeline in place. There it is, “I” and “want” rather than “it” and “is”.
When I can chip away at the fear, and stubbornness, perhaps I’ll se...
When I can chip away at the fear, and stubbornness, perhaps I’ll see the possibilities.
My sins and the systems of my life, which I control, which facilitate sin. Hard to demand an improvement of the world, of others, when I have yet to remove that rod in my own eye.
Not projecting my stress unto others and knowing that I can set a better example by being tender than tense.
My conscience and my impetuous nature often conspire together to rouse or awaken me to service.
To do and to be of abundance. Believe and act with the perspective of abundance. Where else can the Spirit come from except from abundance? Living whoelheartedly is living abundantly in thought word and action.
I cannot readily choose one for myself. There are a few days that were wonderful for me, and I’d happily relive those experiences/days; there are a few days that were also good but I was a bit uptight and would happily relive them to be more attuned and less stressed, to more readily enjoy the joy I knew that surrounded me.
But, I’d flip this… I’d be happy to wake up tomorrow and relive a day that someone else wants me to relive. Perhaps I did well, perhaps I l...
But, I’d flip this… I’d be happy to wake up tomorrow and relive a day that someone else wants me to relive. Perhaps I did well, perhaps I let someone down, perhaps I played a good role or perhaps I played the role of the protagonist. I’d relive a day for the benefit of someone else.
Not as many folks as I ought, and while it may come off as perfunctory or proforma, certainly I’ve expressed love to my children and wife.
I’m not sure impetuousness is a feeling but certainly the “disapproval,” “certitude,” “stubborn,” and “anger” that barge through the door which impetuousness opens need some honest exploration.
I have feeling of “contentment,” “simplicity,” and “joy” too. While they’re of equal value in an exploration, the priority is probably on these feelings that are most fraught with peril.
My eyes are not the only eyes through which God gleans his grandeur; and not only that, my eyes are just one set, among billions. Other perspectives allow me to see things different, to understand where someone is coming from and thus to better refine my own words and actions.
Walking in someone else’s shoes sure helps journey towards solidarity and understanding, but viewing the sights from another’s view opens different vistas of purpose, understanding, and most importan...
Walking in someone else’s shoes sure helps journey towards solidarity and understanding, but viewing the sights from another’s view opens different vistas of purpose, understanding, and most importantly wisdom.
I think gratefulness and courage have the same tone and timbre. If I’m practicing/living gratefully, I show it an act in a certain way; a way that is constant, obvious, but not limited to gratuitous or a spurt of over the top praise. So too, courage. Being grateful teaches a constancy of praise, not a fortissimo shout of THANK YOU now and again. Likewise courage is not a the loud monumental decision, but the regular choice to do what is good, to think of others, to accept some difficulty ev...
I think gratefulness and courage have the same tone and timbre. If I’m practicing/living gratefully, I show it an act in a certain way; a way that is constant, obvious, but not limited to gratuitous or a spurt of over the top praise. So too, courage. Being grateful teaches a constancy of praise, not a fortissimo shout of THANK YOU now and again. Likewise courage is not a the loud monumental decision, but the regular choice to do what is good, to think of others, to accept some difficulty even when “ease” is an option.
Opinions are important, as I think they can point out our thinking (it’s illumination and its unlit spaces). But feelings and ideas are more important than opinions and I do not think opinions are essential but they sure seem natural.
I am surprised at how the good and the not-good (bad) co-mingle in my heart and how stress lays down the welcome mat to each; how each is invited to participate any every decision. Surprised at how much not-good I posses, I don’t wish to minimize the propensity for poor decision making but I’m also surprised at how accessible the good is, even when cajoled by stress.
Let the fallow ground lay fallow. Being fruitful, as we are called, does not mean over burdening every inch of soil every hour of every day. I will know my boundaries today and tend to the fields that need watering, the hectors that need sowing, and I’ll rest as needed in the fallow fields.
I knew to look out my (home) office window to see the sun shine upon the beginning buds of the magnolia tree. That beauty captured my attention. But the beauty I offer is to allow, even welcome interruptions with grace: a smile, not a sigh; a surrender, not a fight; openness, curiosity, and full attention in the moment rather than ‘no,’, frustration, or a mind wandering for the interruption to end so I can go back to what ‘I’ wanted to do.
I haven’t needed anxiety or worry for some time but I still grasp at them rather tightly. I do not need anger or impatience. I do not need to set the bar so high for myself that I guarantee my own disappointment. And I do not need to spend my time feeding my glutinous eyes on news-feeds and other platforms just to read peoples hot takes or indulge in judgement.
It’s wonderful to realize and practice the reality that gratefulness is not a corollary or dependent variable to the things of life that take up most of our times and worries. Gratitude like love can remain, while bank account balances rise and fall, while some relationships flourish or flounder; while emotions ebb-and-flow, I can still be grateful for where there is life (even suffering life) gratefulness exists, not in amounts, it just simply exists.
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