Mickey Hart.
His elephant story still leaves me in stitches to this day.
Like it did to those on stage with him that night.
Laughter like that is great for the diet.
“Snorf.”
App?
Aside from Fox News, Gmail, Outlook for work, texts, Spotify, and the weather? Sorry.
Nada.
But things have been consuming hours of screen time around these parts.
First?
As the last episode closed out, we went back to this one.
But now?
As we inch towards the football season, we have to hit the field.
Neither of us are Cowboy fans. We are from Chicago. Where our team is from.
At least for now. Sheesh.
But watching these athletes for the third season in a row, we just cannot get over the intention, effort and passion they expend pretty much year ’round now.
Perhaps the ones they cheer for could afford to kick it up a few notches.
Just sayin’.
“If you are renewed by grace, and were to meet your old self, I am sure you would be very anxious to get out of his company.”
― Charles H. Spurgeon
Amen to that Pastor Spurgeon.
And one of the gifts that accompanied grace was that of metanoia. Per my assistant, Mr. Ai, metanoia is:
“…a transformative, profound change of heart, mind, or lifestyle, often described as a spiritual conversion, a reorientation of oneself, or moving beyond fear-based thinking. It is commonly understood as turning away from an old way of thinking to a new perspective.”
Repentance in a nutshell.
Long overdue for this stoic.
So blessed that this is my perpetual work in process. A surrender to intentional psychological transformation, spiritual conversion and change at its most fundamental level in mindset have literally acted to save my life.
I am still trying to get my head around that blessing.
So if I ran into my old self, I would definitely recognize him. Being that I know no strangers, I may say “Hello, how are you?”. After all, I do know what he is going through. And that he needs some understanding. Compassion. Support. Sympathy. And love.
Perhaps if I offer him a prayer, he will be gifted and renewed as I. Grace has a way of reducing anxiety. Establishing presence. Opening the door to repentance. And leading one to true change, in the manner of metanoia.
I know it was given to me.
The least I can do is hope the same is given to him.
So he may live too.
I cannot really think of any I have heard lately.
I do not need any more. I have inventoried plenty that I call upon to justify a fault, avoid blame or release myself from obligation.
“This will never work out. Remember the last time you tried this? Who are you trying to kid?”
“I don’t need your help. I know what I am doing.”
“I had no idea it would take longer.”
“I didn’t mean that.”
“I thought I told you.”
“Next time, I will think/speak/act better.”
“I only did it because I care so much for you.”
“I am sorry.”
“It won’t happen again.”
One I never use but hear all of the time?
“My bad.”
Yuck.
It goes back to the old saying about us and excuses that refers to our common anatomical structure.
We all got one.
It already exists.
Sorry Mr. Prompt.
Just not used any longer. Not that much, nor by many.
Things tend to get far too complicated for their own – and our – good.
There is a lot to be said for simplicity.
Mistakes get made and they can never go away. They always come back. They are forever saved in some format of the moment.
Pencil and paper will be around forever.
Alot can be expressed in this tried and true method. In word. Plans. Art. Anything you can imagine.
This is truly life altering technology.
Something that never goes away.
Something you will always cherish.
I need that.
Maybe I am not alone in that.
...my temporary assignment. 