How far must one dig, to find humility?
It’s personal.
Tag: philosophy
The Family Finances
Internal thoughts have a way of surfacing, lingering, and then diving to the nadar of my existence, only to break through my encephalon, carrying crayons. I must have a window to spend time staring out of. It creates a division of mental gymnastics, pulling thread through my thoughts and gluing glitter across the nature on the other side of the pain. Continue reading The Family Finances
The Center
center |ˈsentər| (Brit. centre
verb
1 [ no obj. ] (center around/on or center something around/on) have or cause to have something as (a major concern or theme): the case centers around the couple’s adopted children | the plot centers on two young men | [ with obj. ] : he is centering his discussion on an analysis of patterns of mortality.
• (be centered in) (of an activity) occur mainly in or around (a specified place): the mercantile association was centered in northern Germany.
2 [ with obj. ] place in the middle: to center the needle, turn the knob.
• Football pass the ball back from the ground to another player to begin a down; snap.
I just finished watching the documentary of Joan Didion’s life ~ The Center Will Not Hold. Continue reading The Center
When He Was 25
We had gone back to the Island, after a year of travel. First we had gone to Houston. A word of warning, don’t bother to bring marijuana with you, to Texas. It’s cheap and plentiful. Second, take some with you to California. It was hard to come by and outrageously expensive. But we know that things have changed and I would have no idea concerning cost or availability of any drug. But back then, it was a different story.
When I was 25
The only pictures I have are in my head.
I was hanging out at Jax Beach. I remember where I was on my birthday, because I had the thought, more than once; 25 is a quarter of a century. And like only the young can do; I believed that to be a long time.
I was thin, with long, wavy hair. I was on a spree of sorts. Continue reading When I was 25
Is it the way in ~ or the way out?
Life can be confusing. I re-play the tapes and ask myself, have I done the right thing? In the end, I let it go. The questions with no definitive answers, become a dark, cavernous maze. It’s a waste of time. Or is it? How do we learn, if we don’t question? Continue reading Is it the way in ~ or the way out?
Never to Return
The beat before, the chop afterwards.
As I click and read, I think. I formulate a critical opinion.
No wonder, I prefer the road.
In – Sight
There is the view, directly in front of us. I ask, where am I positioned? Is it to my best advantage? My answer is I am where I am. It is what it is. And it seems, what is not in view, is what is most important.
Paint your life complimentary
Having turned my nose up, at an early age, to the snobbery of class consciousness, I chose a lifestyle of flirting with privileged poverty. Noodling on high notes, over the heavy base lines of theology and science, I learned to orchestrate and harmonize in complementary colors. Thirteen notes and three colors create worlds of beauty. Your life is painted in the tones and hues of your choice. It’s your opus.
Poverty
Living in poverty can mean that you are living in an economically disadvantage situation. It can be because of circumstances or it can be by choice.
But there is also the spiritually impoverished, which no amount of money can correct.
- Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven. (Matthew 5:3)
- Think about it.
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