Recognizing

 

S’s hs friend lived there

To know, cognize, again. (Damned auto edit does not do that.). Went to LC‘s Meditation session last night, but left early. No energy for the hard chairs or the order. God is not in that place, if that’s what I was seeking. Then I set off S by phoning her after she had ranted about her bad day to her dad. I caused her overwhelm through repetition of the misery despite my good intentions, which as we all know gang aft aglay. I asked her for patience and forgiveness, as I ask of you, Lord. 

Reaching out, con’t

 

10-12–2019, at S’s funeral

Text to B and T C now:   

Hello, I have been thinking about you both this summer and B and family. I’m rather depressed however so not up for a phone call yet  But I do want to let you know that my daughter S  just discovered she has breast cancer. This will be difficult for us because she has no friends or family to help her through it and we are so old and far away that I’m not sure how much help we will be for her. I know you will keep us in your thoughts and prayers.  And I cherish the idea that you are my mother‘s sister.  There is still connection among us all as long as there is life and beyond. Love Sandy

So sorry to hear this about Susan   We will pray for her. And  you and Alan. We are getting old too.  We stay home most of the time. B’s family is doing great.  Their kids are going back to college this week. Time sure flies by.  Call me any time. I have been thinking of you too. You are special to us and love you. 😍 

Thanks so much. You help. I guess it does boil down to love. 

Yes. I like the bible verse “He knows the way I take and when He tries me I shall come forth as gold”.  I think it’s in Job. 

That’s a comfort. And you are still my quick link to Jesus 

2:20 am

Tonight

I begin to see that my mistake 

always begins with trying to understand life, 

an impenetrable mystery

when what is needed, 

here and now, 

is to understand being. 

To be with this sensation of the body. 

To take in its goodness deeply. 

To remember, with every tendril and root and fiber 

of this cosmological sensation. 

          Lee van Lear, Tounderstand being, Substack themorning five 8-19-26

2 am

4 am, The real butt crack of dawn on the right with the neighbors headlight I think

Stay awake

 

JPG‘s pick new player hit it out of the park

A bomb he called it

I pray for all the help we need

My world changes

Band practice , 5 pm 8-17

   Lord abide with us.  Us with you.  Bless the chilly , the music makers. Amen

I remind myself here for a moment 

that I cannot ask for forgiveness 
and yet remain unwilling to offer it. 

I cannot ask for love and remain unwilling to offer it. 
I cannot ask for mercy and yet remain unwilling to offer it. 

     Lee van Laer, Substack, the morning five,  today, goodness flows into being

Discipline slips

 

7:10 am walk

I hardly know what to say. Cloudy day doing nothing as usual, at least we all took a walk together this morning.  That  discipline seems to be holding, but I skipped another blog yesterday day although I took photos and piled up another good intent

     Lord, help us get through these new trials and help S Survive and thrive IJN

Rock of ages

 

Cleft for me,

 let me hide myself in Thee