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About Mark J. Hahn

“What we have to be is what we are.” ― Thomas Merton

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.

No image this time.

Daily writing prompt
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

No clue.

Not even guaranteed the rest of today. Tomorrow.

Nothing morbid about that. Just fact.

So, regardless of the “end of the world”, “I am so screwed”, “why is this happening now?”, “what did I do to deserve this?, scenarios ad naueum, I am just gonna stay here for the next few minutes and see what comes out next.

Oh, and then I have to go find a non-licensable image to put somewhere in this post. Consider tags and hit “publish”.

The past few days have been challenging.

So I can enhance the momentum I already created and continue until I hit the ground in a flaming wreck. Or just wrap up this prompt and get on with the next minute. Then hour and so on. Forget about the next six months. That will happen when it happens.

I think that is what I will do.

Sorry.

No image this time.

Both, nectar of the Gods.

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite drink?

Used to be that a variety of libations held sway for some of my life. There are two, though, that have stood by me through thick and thin. They have always been there when I needed them most.

I will continue to hold them on high going forward. For they have never let me down.

A cup of Joe. Or maybe 10.

And:

Ice water.

Both, nectar of the Gods.

That makes it my favorite.

Daily writing prompt
Write about your first computer.

I really cannot recall my first.

Sort of a blur to be honest. Went from a Smith Corona to type papers in college, to paying tolls with spare change and stopping at pay phones to call customers in my first sales gig.

Then “whammo!!!” You can park your fully, electronically staffed office in your Levi’s. Left rear pocket.

The way I look at it, that and especially my Chrome Book are just tools.

Pliers. Ways to transmit thoughts, ideas and experiences. A highly efficient mode of sharing ideas, feelings and emotions. Everywhere. All over. Perhaps even at times with out realizing it or needing to do so.

But for those electronic tools to work properly, they need to be totally in sync with these three essential aspects of the operator.

Mind. Heart. Soul.

Any wavering in that syncopation results in a cacophony of nonsense. Worse yet, hurt, anger, resentment, isolation.

The two best tools for opening heart mind and soul is pen on paper or talking face to face. If what went on the paper doesn’t seem right, crumple it up for recycling or fold it up and send it to a drawer. Should the talking sound like gibberish, put on your mute and listen. Listen some more. Think. Then reengage your speaker.

This HP helps me connect with you daily and on this weeks late daily prompt.

While it may not be my first.

That makes it my favorite.

Clothing need not ever be optional.

Daily writing prompt
Who are your favorite people to be around?

For reasons that are still being divined, just having people around me tends to run on the low side. Very low. Qualify that aggregation with “favorite” and that quantity begins to fall away even more.

Perhaps it just took me a while to figure out this most crucial aspect of living. A long while. Like until my mid sixties. But favorites? Yes. I have mine. While I won’t offer any names at this point, I will share what makes them so.

And it brings a smile to this German puss to be able to say that number is growing. Not by any means in leaps and bounds. More like baby steps. About the same gait as my new grandson. But progress all the same. By the time he hits two, I will be swimming in fav’s.

Being encased in my stoic exterior 24/7/365 can appear scary from the exterior I am told. But those with the veneer penetrating gaze and a “who gives a flip I am trying anyways” attitude find it unintimidating to actually get me to smile. I love to engage with others in a genuinely open, and of late, more honest and vulnerable fashion. Far deeper than the weather, dad jokes or work and working out stories.

I want to share truths and deceits, affirmations and abandonments, aspirations and the abyss, lonlieness and love, fear and faith.

Because of this, a gathering of this nature tends to be very minute. But moments with them provide a magnitude of joy rarely known in these parts. That too is changing. And makes me want to be more diligent in offering a smile and as many words I can muster.

My best friend and I have a term we use to describe this kind of vulnerable openess.

We refer to this as being totally naked.

Exposing everything there is about you to another and having them return the favor by doing the same.

In these circumstances, nothing is ever questioned, judged, diminished, shamed or regarded as a flaw. It just is.

One will be speaking their truth. The other one will be truly listening. And when that time comes and the roles begin to reverse, nothing ever changes. It can all come out. It is all received.

Anyone willing to be naked with me in this fashion are by far my favorite people to be around. And always will be.

Clothing need not ever be optional.