Lockdowns provided a pause for the spirit-mind-body person to reset. Modernity's insanity is putting us out of alignment. Centering one-pointedly reconnects the spirit-being disoriented by multiple screens of artificiality. Masks that equipped with private facial anonymity may be more healthful than mere viral shields. Trouble always holds the roots of an equal but usually greater benefit.
Monthly Archives: July 2021
Gandhi didn't advocate punitive resistance, nor did King --or Mandela. But Che did, his clothes stained with blood. Yet, celebrity t-shirts laud him. Their thinking is that the ends justify the means. Wrong! The bloody mass graves of Lenin and Stalin cry out. A movement of media intolerance was behind the Holocaust. History repeats itself when we stop paying attention. Mayhem triumphs when good people look the other way. Can you imagine how dangerous it was for Bonhoeffer to rail against Hitler over the radio? Or Polycarp to contradict Caesar to his face? Their fame is more indelible than any viral TikTok, YouTube, or whatever. There is a time for everything under the sun --so says the Preacher. Bards who water down their flow are tepid blowhards.
The masked marauder goes over the earth. The poison-tipped bolts of fear and rage discharge from its computerized combined lips. It takes shape, shifting sideways. It trolls us while eating our a.M. Cheerios. Tablets and cells bore into the gray stuff. Unawares, yanking the strings, there is dancing, lurching-- The tree is still there. The morning dove is oblivious that its song should be silenced or merely be canceled as a YouTube phenom. Screen time may denature.
Green chai tea & sliding glass doors, taking in the smells of summer leaves steaming in the sun. A cornucopia of chlorophyll flavors the creator's day. Selecting how to savor, this is it.
The golden chain-hung chandelier watches over the table. The same we sat across while you sipped your milk coffee. Still seeing you in that broken chair, though five years empty now. The birds call, and squirrels carry on just outside the sliding glass doors and the moss-covered porch. We set each other at ease, though barked too under the candle bulbs, we fought it all out through the frustrations of surviving and dying where you went first.
Today is everything for everybody. Return now. Understand the precious Person standing before you. There's perpetually Another behind the eyes. Decide this pivotal moment to enfold the omniscient One who looks back in. Good is only here today. Rest in the knowledge that everything regarding you stirs the truly united Person to benevolent action.
Just when all seems hopeless enters the old account appearing current. Salvific love has never been far away. Understand by seeing who swapped places with us, the secret of regeneration - with a replaced perception of a calling every so-called alternate narrative is merely a scenario instigating replicated failure generating only increased frustration nobody can mend saving one.