What to say?

 

Keeping my eyes down

I will speak of the Canadian wildfire smoke. Just took a walk in it and it is very uncomfortable .

Religified

Half and half

But if you should ask a good man, “why do you love God?” 

“I don’t know. For God’s sake.”

“Why do you love truth?”

“For truth’s sake.”

“Why do you love righteousness?” 

“For righteousness’ sake.”

”Why do you live?” 

“Indeed, I don’t know. I like living.” 

A master says, he who has once been touched by truth, justice, and goodness, though it entailed all the pangs of hell, that man would never turn from them even for an instant. He goes on, that man, whoever he may be, who is touched by these three, truth, justice, and goodness, can no more quit these three than God can quit his Godhead. 

  Meister Eckhart, Sermon 1, from Lee van Laer, Substack Inner Christianity, today, Sensing God

Another new day

Kings Pine

We will talk later

From Gwynne

New day

In the park, favorite bench

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

From Lee’s Substack, the morning five, 7/15/26, to help to become

My life begins in a lower place

that may seem difficult 

but is actually a place rich in the food 

that is needed for my being to grow. 

I am surrounded by difficulty and struggle and tragedy 

and sometimes it seems 

as though grief is the foundation of being, 

and not joy. 

Sometimes it seems like the foundation 

is rooted more in sorrow than anything else. 

These are mysteries I cannot explain, 

which I have confronted my whole life. 

And yet somehow I sense deep in every cell of the body 

that it is my duty to meet this with courage 

and a resolve to affirm the goodness of being 

and the goodness of life. 

And no matter what happens, I will not give up. 

I will not give up on my faith 

or my love 

or being. 

For life asks me to participate in a super effort, 

which is cosmological in nature and not individual. 

To hear the call 

that has been issued from the highest place there is 

to rise up and meet this life with courage 

in the light of grace and in a spirit of thanksgiving. 

An endless river of grace and goodness 

has been sent to assist each creature in this effort. 

And I search every day for the right way 

in which to align with that river of goodness, 

to help it to flow into being here. 

For no good was ever so freely given 

as that good which is earned. 

And it is the effort that makes a difference 

here on this planet 

and in every tiny crevice of the cosmos. 

This effort to be 

and to help the goodness of creation flow into being. 

So as I breathe in, 

I say yes to life. 

And as I breathe out, 

I say yes to life. 

And I remember the words of the 23rd Psalm. 

Yea, 

though I walk through the valley 

of the shadow of death 

I shall fear no evil. 

In this effort to be 

the sensation fills the whole body with grace 

and every cell and molecule here is called. 

And today, no matter what happens, 

I will remember in every cell and molecule of the body 

to align with that force 

and help it to become. 

Lord have mercy.

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

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 

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