Thursday, July 16, 2026

Another new day

Kings Pine
We will talk later

From Gwynne


New day



In the park, favor bench

Thank you for my loved ones.  And for helping them with their problems. IJN. This was July 15 post

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Double up: No Post on July 13

 

So green everywhere 

I guess the moments whipped by too fast and then it was bedtime. 

 Lord help us all especially to walk closer to you   Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in then. IJN

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Lee redux, avec Flaubert

 

My Ur dog 7-11-26


Flaubert, the prototype

So what would you have me do?”

The devil looked at me in sheer astonishment. “Why, write,” he said. “That’s what you do best anyway.”

“What am I going to wrote about?”

“Well,”the devil replied, “for starters, you can write about God.”

“I don’t want to write about God,” I replied. “I just quit God.”

“You can’t quit God,”said the devil, “any more than you can get rid of me.”

“Yeah, but I’m tired of God,” I said wearily. “He’s been having me work long lifetimes, no paid overtime. I wanna divorce, or whatever it is you get when you don’t have a relationship with God anymore.”

“Flaubert,” admonished the devil. “You can’t really mean that. You love God. God loves you. His Son is your BFF. And you can’t get rid of God.”

“I just did,” I pointed out. “I walked out. I quit.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” said the devil, and he proceeded to explain.

Lee van Laer Substack, The Flaubert Report, today, Getting the God Out 

Saturday, July 11, 2026

Other people‘s words and thoughts

 

East End Beach yesterday high tide
  How much I rely on what I read and yet at this point, I don’t feel like reading. Jesus live in me and with me. Amen

Friday, July 10, 2026

Bonjour, mon Dieu



Charlie, the 10 year old service dog 
just had surgery; he beat cancer


Thank you for your support 

Thursday, July 9, 2026

Know not how

 

A seated, I on beach, Bug Light, 6-28-26

Lee again, Substack 

And the sensation of the soul 

informs the sensation of the body in such a way that conscience, 

which has hidden itself for all these years, 

forms a more intimate contact with the ordinary body 

and begins to contribute the sacred substance of its most essential nature 

to the ordinary parts,

who now awaken in a different appreciation and understanding of love. 


It brings me to the place 

where I begin to see why death is necessary,

and encourages me to form a prayer 

for everything there ever was, and is, and will be. 


A prayer that has its roots in both bodies now. 


A prayer that says, 

Lord, 

I call to Thee from the depths of mine iniquity. 

I have not delivered myself sufficiently unto Thee. I know not how.

Come then Lord and bring your goodness into being here 

that I may receive it, 

and here in this body of flesh and blood 

make it my own 

and bring it forth into the light of your glory 

in every moment that there is. 


As I sing and pray, 

Lord, have mercy.