For this resurrection is ongoing.

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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.

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

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What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
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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.

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What is your favorite drink?
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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.

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Write about your first computer.
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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.