My Prayer for 2017

My Prayer for 2017

  I pray that this New Year will be your best year ever. The New Year is largely a symbolic event that blows the breath of new possibilities into each of us. I hope that you will fill your lungs with dreams, adventure, marvel, light, and love. Love,  is both evasive and pervasive. I pray that the latter is true for you in this coming year. May you know success and the emotional rush of setting and accomplishing goals. I hope this is your year! Please may this be the year when saying “Black Lives Matter” provokes empathy and not controversy. And may those who believe “Black Lives Matter” accept that “Blue Lives” matter too…just as much. Let this be the year that we take long deliberate steps toward each other and not away. To be color blind is to deny much of the richness of God’s creation. May this be the year we not only accept but celebrate our diversity. The rainbow of our color and culture have been masterfully painted across our globe; I hope we can step back and enjoy the picture. I pray that 2017 will have numbers far better than these horrible statistics of 2016: 4,362 people were shot in Chicago for an average of 83 per week 957 Americans have been shot and killed by the police, many were unarmed 0 police officers have been convicted of murder or manslaughter 2.5 times is how much more likely you are to be shot and killed by the police if you are black EQUALLY IMPORTANT – 64 police officers were killed in the line of...
Two Daffodils

Two Daffodils

They weren’t there and then all of a sudden they were…Two daffodils How they came to rest in this place, at this time, I do not know But there they were, proudly proclaiming the arrival of Spring I didn’t know it at first, but I needed to see them Clearly they knew the day I had experienced It is so easy to be weighed down with the burdens of life And to forget the breezy and bright lightness of life After an early warming trend and surprising return to cold My flowers stood though withered by way too late snow Surely these blossoms have never known such inhospitable climate But there they were, day after day, With their faithful reminder that like them, I too will be OK Our most powerful signs can be in the most delicate of things My two lovely friends gently call me to remember To keep my eyes, my mind, and my soul open And receive the life affirming energy that is always available If we would just look I may have seen them before…but this time I noticed them They weren’t there and then all of a sudden they were…Two daffodils   Stay Fly and Fly High,...

The Lesson of Newtown

In the beginning God created the universe, and in it, the earth and a people with awesome potential.  These people were created with the free will to do wonderful things and equally awful things.  As the crown jewel of perfect creation, a people able to expand that perfection were put here on this third rock, to build upon an awesome foundation.  We are exactly what God made us to be…creative and free.  Here’s the thing, God already knew what we are finding out,  time and time again…Being free ain’t free. Choices have consequences.  Wise choices yield good results, foolish choices yield bad ones.  Like an over protective parent God could have made all our choices for us, but then that would make us pretty useless.  Instead God empowered us to make whatever choices we want and to learn from the outcome of those choices. In fact the quality of our lives are the net result of the quality of our choices.  We human beings have done wonderful things, but still we make some really bad choices, and suffer because of those choices. Tragedy beyond our ability to even understand has visited our home in Newtown, CT.  20 beautiful babies, and 6 heroic caretakers were savagely taken away from us.  Our struggle to find answers digs a hole deeper into darkness, anguish, and unbearable sadness.   We clamor for answers, forgetting that no answer will ease the hurt we all feel.  We feel indignant and angry, many of us want to blame someone…but no one is left…no one but us…you and I. The shooter (I will not utter his name) was one of us.  He was a young man 20...

Not A Man?

I sometimes wonder, how far I will fall.  I realize there is an element of self fulfilling prophecy at work in that thought, but if I’m being honest, I wonder how far I will fall.  I agonize over how bad things can get, how humiliated I’ll be.  I’m talking about my financial struggles.  I’ve written about it before, and I hope there’s not a lot more of these articles that I’m gonna need to write….need to write…I NEED TO WRITE.  That’s it, I need to write. This blog is as much about me talking myself out of a funk as it is anything else.  I’ve said it before “teach what you need to learn”.  So, I’m teaching…or writing…hoping I can find myself.  I know there are many, many people affected by this recession, a lot of them worse than me.  I don’t pretend I’m the lone victim of those Wall St. vampires.  Still when I go to bed at night, not knowing where my next dollar is coming from, being aware of other hardships doesn’t help me sleep better…if anything it makes me hurt more…and hurt is something I do not need more of. I’m a man of many talents, I’m not bragging…it’s just true.  I work hard…and I always (almost always) have.  I have read many positive thinking and motivational books.  I’ve been to seminars, hell…I have considered creating seminars.  Still here I am, at the edge…at a place I wouldn’t have imagined a couple of years ago, when I could buy pretty much anything I really wanted.  Now every week brings more pressure.  I have grown to...

The Slug and Me

So I’m on the job, bringing something out to my truck, and for whatever reason I notice something on the ground.  My first thought was that it was a slug, but then I thought that thing was too big to be a slug…it must be a twig…and that was that…or so I thought.  I go out to my truck a few more times…and then as I’m packing up the last few things into my truck, I realize…it’s not a twig it’s a big ass slug!!! (insert big horn blast right here) So I look more closely, and the slug grosses me out, just like I knew it would.  Then I think, when I drive off, “I’m probably going to run over the slug”.  I get way too queasy to pick it up, and the freakin’ thing is right in my path…I’m probably going to run it over.  Then I think…”It must suck to be a slug”.  (I have these kinds of conversations with myself all the time.)  First of all slugs are ugly, and for some crazy reason they come out onto the pavement, where work vans, like mine, run them over.  It SUCKS to be a slug. Then I start thinking more…the slug doesn’t know that it sucks to be a slug.  In fact the slug probably thinks it’s good to be a slug.  No pressures…no worries…unaffected by the recession.  Female slugs surely think that male slugs are really hot, and vice-versa.  Slugs probably think that we look funny…by the way…Do slugs have eyes?  But I digress…slugs do what slugs do…they take their sweet ass time going to where they’re going…some...

2012 The End Of The World As We Know It

Happy New Year to you all!  This is a time when so many of us reflect on the year past and anticipate the year ahead.  This past year has seen a lot of things happen.  The rise of the Tea Party and the Occupy Wall Street movements.  Presidential campaigns are in full swing.  Babies were born and unfortunately we lost a lot of people.  I’d like to mention a few.  Steve Jobs technological revolutionary, Nick Ashford half of the genius songwriting team Ashford and Simpson.  Amy Winehouse the soulful and tragic songstress, Clarence Clemons the great sax player behind Bruce Springstein.  We also lost the eternally opinionated and witty Andy Rooney.  No longer with us the sworn enemy of America Osama bin Laden.  Moammar Gadhafi, and Kim Jong Il are gone too, many are happy with the deaths of these last three, but death to me is always sad, even when it’s deserved. Trust me I’m getting to 2012. Troy Davis was executed after having been convicted of murdering a police officer.  Normally I am a supporter of the death penalty, but this case was, to say the least very problematic.  Eyewitness testimony was either very questionable and in a couple of cases recanted and there was no physical evidence to connect him to the murder.  So after a number of appeals Troy was executed even though in the minds of many people he was innocent.  A lot of people, me included, think justice died the day Troy was executed. We also lost a young man named Mikyle Frank.  By all accounts a very popular, loving, and loved person. ...