Even more.

I want you to know that the opportunity this presents on a daily or as needed basis is much desired and deeply appreciated.

Thoughts, words and actions all have their own mission and purpose, and as they are received, heard or experienced, each provides their own distinct indelible impact on life in these parts. I am still in the learning process here. By no means is this intended to be a “how to” or any derivative thereof.

Things can just be awe-full in their depth and timing. A word, some seemingly inconspicuous phrase and the thoughts they bring carry this immense fullness of awe inspiring truth. It just makes me want to share. To connect and see if anyone else has been touched in the same fashion.

Also, I may use “I” in some context because that is just how it comes out. But I also write with a great deal of “you”. Never to point a finger or single anyone out. More so calling myself “you”. Like “…hey Mark, you better be grateful that you can do this when the spirit moves you.”

Today, it was a variety of ways to discern the loving suggestion that you love not just your neighbors but your enemies as well.

I take enemy from a literal perspective. Someone trying to do you harm, physically and everything thereafter.

But in his reflection today, Bishop Barron offered two other views.

One, which is absolutely true in my my case, is that perhaps the “enemy” is someone that is just plain old annoying. And the constant barrage of annoyance while quasi damaging to your day, may actually reflect something in you that takes it as such. An honest aspect of your persona. Perhaps it is actually a confrontation to your beliefs, ego or desire for control that sets the drums of war beating.

Then, it may go a little further past your blockade, exposing an inadequacy you may have deflected, ignored or just excused. That can lead to some spirited conflicts in a variety of ways. Speaking from my experience, more so a war of attrition. No settlement can be reached in either case until you can somehow surrender to the truth about yourself.

It is possible that the enemy lay within.

What is it in you that propagates the annoyance within yourself?

And is there something within that finally needs to be addressed?

So perhaps it goes back to love your neighbor as you love yourself. And if you don’t really love yourself in all honesty. then how can you best love your neightbor?

Then there is your enemy.

Are they intent on attacking you from the outside in? Or is it a combatant that lay in wait from within? One there all along, but never acknowledged, confronted or understood. Commanding you to think, speak and act in such a manner as to bring about conflict, escalation and destruction.

Need to read more about this.

Not seeking solution this night.

But man, it sure makes me wonder.

Think.

And want to write.

Even more.

Like this little guy.

Daily writing prompt
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

Trick question?

I have been somebody else for a long time already. That didn’t work out. Too many identities to manage. Can you spell “self-deceit” ? He overstayed his welcome. Things have been placed in a pod somewhere. And I spoke to him already:

“Don’t let the door knob hit you on the way out.”

That being said, gonna spend some time with this guy.

Back to my roots.

This might have even been the last time I looked happy.

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Now that I think about it, being around flowers these days does bring joy to this old curmudgeon. Forty some in the house. Lost count of the daffodil bulbs set to reveal themselves this spring.

I guess you may never really know what you have lost until you allow yourself to find it again.

I want everyday going forward to be touched by discovery and the presence to appreciate the gift it is. Then I can be more of myself.

Like this little guy.

In that I trust.

Was hoping there might be a compelling quote I could find somewhere to start me on my way today. But alas, I just wasn’t meant to be I guess. Come on heart, mind and soul. Get something together here. Fingers are getting antsy…

“Empty me, fill me, use me” is a refrain that has just woven itself into this ratty old, thread bare fabric.

A natural progression for growth offered by chance. Just happened to be there when it was shared. Nothing at all close to some version of a “to do” or “bucket” list. I do the laundry, some of the shopping, chores and empty the compost pile bucket when the flies become unmanageable. There I go again. But I digress.

These six words residing in this single phrase simply presents a way “to be”. Both literally and figuratively.

Providing direction for this lost soul to move, for once, in a positive and lasting manner. Not telling me. Offering me help to overcome all that has to now, held me back. Prevented me from seeing and knowing the best version of myself. For my purposes to a limited extent. But absolutely more so that others can see and know that side of me as well. Honesty at its most fundamental best..

And then there is the other side of this divinely minted coin.

The admission of being totally lost and bereft of anything other than dismay, despair, disappointment and self disgust. The desperate need of absolution from thinking, speaking and acting like I know everything, can take care of everything, and change everything.

Forgiveness for my multitude of mistakes, an ego that has run the fence line for far too long and placing myself on some abstract personal pedastal.

The confession that humility, gratitude and a boundless fatherly love are what this prodigal son desperately needs right now.

And the sincere offering to embrace being used however, whenever, wherever and in whatever manner is needed.

The onset of these forty days has really opened this man’s eyes, mind, heart and soul. Body still lags a little behind. Lost a few steps. But it will get there.

So please empty me.

Not just this once, but continually. There is a lot to move out.

And there is so much room for improvement.

You know exactly what needs to go in there.

In that I trust.

For this resurrection is ongoing.

So, this time of year holds a special sense of wonder for me. Not that it always has. It was a long time comin’. Whether it has been the passage of time, the growing honesty within, a gathering awareness of the value of humility or just that I understand things better now. And each day brings with it ever more clarity, definition and peace.

For that I am eternally grateful.

I have come to know this opportunity for growth and an abundant life from two paths. Separate, and yet, intermeshed. Ineinander; in to one another. Increasingly conscious that this event, if you will, is not merely consigned to a set space on the calendar or the defining moment of known spirituality. The wisdom, precious insight and ultimately truth that is being offered is present to all, right here. Right now.

Within some of the readings, our fellowship, faith services and other avenues traveled by the truth, this simple prayer fully resides within my heart, mind and soul. A declaration consisting of six, simple, being altering assurances.

“Empty me.

Fill me.

Use me.” *

A precept woven into our fellowship, our faith and where God as we understood him resides in our lives. A trinity of revival, renewal and rebirth.

About a week ago, we received the symbol of our essence and our mortality. An emblem to encourage us to embrace reflection, reverence and repentance. A badge that is intended to be worn with the utmost humility and gratitude. An admonition to forsake ego.

The farther along the path I currently venture. I have come to realize that you can wear that emblem every day, providing comfort as you are emptied of destructiveness, deceit, disillusionment. distrust, despair. Filling you with unmeasured grace, forgiveness and love. Using you to disperse these gifts back to all.

In one sense, we will leave this spiritual ark in thirty some days. And yet the compelling nature of the undertaking merits complete collaborative, lifelong inhabitation. Within our trinity.

There need not be an end to this season for any of us.

For this resurrection is ongoing.

  • Sr. Miriam – Hallowed

Not from physicality.

Daily writing prompt
If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

One word is annoying during sportscasts.

Physicality.

I am not endorsing banishment. Just voicing annoyance. Since everything else is pretty much within acceptance these days, just say “ass kicker”, That pretty much covers it.

But I digress…

Back to the real reason we are all here today.

I have not attained nor would I ever aspire to possess the rank that would make this a perogative. So, in lieu of this approach, how about proceeding on this tack.

How about reconsidering how words within our reach are employed as weapons of crass destruction? How about banishing how they get altered, amended, reconfigurated and reconsituted into something they were never composed to be, defined as or ever imagined?

How about using them to create a bond instead of detachment?

How about some accountability as penance for wrecking how we are meant to communicate, engage, interconnect and become intimate.

As humans.

Ban their weaponization.

So instead of flipping your lid and perhaps your middle digit when you get cut off, give it a minute or two and create a poem or haiku about the heinous incident. Something to give true glory to being so offended. Make it one that gives rise to a chortle within. One you can share so others may chuckle. And then, move closer.

There is no need to be an ass kicker when you speak. How then will another ever get to know your humanity otherwise?

Steer clear of being an announcer.

Speak from the heart.

Not from physicality.