Coffee, books, an open day ahead.
Whenever I wake after a good night’s sleep, my body feels grateful. This morning is, thankfully, one of those mornings.
To see the World in a grain of sand and a Heaven in a wildflower
(from William Blake)
The idea of the universe.
The work of Wilfred Cantrell Smith, the later work of John Hick, and Parker Palmer opened a pluralistic spiritual landscape where I could live and work, leaving behind the punitive, fearfully circumscribed religious upbringing of my youth.
Integrity–being whole and undivided and, therefore, being true in every situation. This is clearly an aspirational value
One must be grateful in order to feel grateful.
Good theatre. Attended a reading of a play last night. The craft of a well wrought script brought to life by gifted actors inspires me. Art in most all its forms inspires me.
I learned many years ago that I rarely know the outcomes of my “unique gifts” or qualities as they get deployed in the world. I will occasionally receive some feedback, often in unexpected ways, but I do not look for it. I try to live with integrity and do what it is uniquely mine to do and “let the chips fall where the may.” I need all the focus I can muster just to do that. Any surveying of the terrain for potential outcomes just drains energy and focus from from...
I learned many years ago that I rarely know the outcomes of my “unique gifts” or qualities as they get deployed in the world. I will occasionally receive some feedback, often in unexpected ways, but I do not look for it. I try to live with integrity and do what it is uniquely mine to do and “let the chips fall where the may.” I need all the focus I can muster just to do that. Any surveying of the terrain for potential outcomes just drains energy and focus from from living truly.
In moments of awe, I feel a connectedness to all things, transcendence–part of a vast web of creation. The opportunities for these moments are everywhere. Like Kevin, I can only imagine how many I’ve missed.
I have a hard time with the idea of fun. I know when I’ve had fun, but I still am not good at creating fun or seeking it out. It often happens to me out of the goodness of others. I’m a victim of the Protestant work ethic, sort of of like H.L. Mencken’s definition of Puritanism: “The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.”
Or as my favorite Yogi (Berra) said “You can observe a lot by just watching.”
For me as a child it was singing the Doxology–“praise Him all creatures here below.” I heard “praise Him all creatures oh he ho.”
Beautifully moving. Thank you for trusting us with this memory. I will now recall this moment of grace when I come across lillies of the valley.
This has been my “life verse,” if you will, since I discovered this poem in the 90s.
Intriguing observation–edges. I’ll take this with me today. Thank you.
Especially good when “I may not see it coming!” I’m reminded of the title of C.S. Lewis’s book, Surprised by Joy.
I had a philosophy professor in college who, upon waking each morning, would pray about which slipper to put on first.
and in heels.
I’m the same way. In one sense, the enforced “hunkering down” of the pandemic was welcome. Now, as I’m sure many others are experiencing, I’m somewhat reluctant to “get back out there.” I’m glad to see friends face to face, but I am selective in my ventures out. Making myself available to life is a constant discernment process of determining what is uniquely mine to do and give.
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