Terry Gilliam’s “Adventures of Baron Munchausen”

I’m not sure I have any convictions.
I try to live with my heart open, listening, correcting when I feel myself closing…as best I can… 😉

Beautiful messages this morning….
I hear you!

Completely giving up. Even giving up the burden of hoping.
So far my heart still beats and my lungs still breathe.
Eventually it’s a new day.

How about appreciating my ability to appreciate so many things in my world? My wife upstairs singing…holly berries at my window…our lovely little harpsichord…Uncle Carl’s painting…the woodpecker on the tree…wet stones…going to tune a piano this morning…work waiting in my shop…how lucky I am to love my work…

The wrens that live under my shop.
Their morning duet tells me the day has begun in earnest.
Their curiosity is enjoyable, especially when they come into the shop or house. When one gets accidentally locked in the shop, its mate waits by the window, worried until I reunite them.

Greta Thunberg’s resolutions for 2020:
Be optimistic.
Be motivated.

Laughter!
Hearing the wrens sing their sunrise duet!
Completing things that have been on the back burner to long!

It is time to retire a professional identity that has given me much ego satisfaction over 20 years. This means organizing teaching materials and passing them on to the next generations, giving up control of things I have created. It’s easy to keep feeding this “self,” not so easy to let go. My remaining years are for something else, and I must go with my ego vulnerable and unknowing to find my new way.

A hug!

Grace is the moment when the frontier of the Promised Land passes over my heart.

Residual resentments and judgements. I can always find something to examine and release. It’s a way to lose weight every day!

I’ll try, just for a moment, to open my heart to each person I meet today.

Everywhere! I’ve spent seventy years learning to be simple…just in time!

I guess I’m not the fire type…

This makes me smile.
The magic of summer rains, the cool, clean air, the big rain drops hitting the ground.

Rebekah, as I read your message I feel a deep and wonderful love for you.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

Welcome, Maryke!

Verena, for a long time I felt that the Promised Land was on the far, far horizon, that the most we could hope for was a brief, distant glance. Recently I have learned that the horizon of the Promised Land follows its own geography, and that when I least expect it, it may pass right through the center of my heart. I can’t make it happen, but I can do my best to be open when it comes. I can pray for it.