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Welcome to my journey. |
Life is a gift, a journey, a test. |
Sometimes we look for the big bold miracle. I think that's the easy sign to see, and people won't believe even if they see it. The harder miracle to see is the change within us--our courage, our convictions, our ability to see and know what is truth and what is not. This is the healing that counts the most. The body will turn to dust one day, but it's our soul that sustains the body. Health of the body is important; it's the health of the soul, however, that determines the real long-term life of the body. "I believe in the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting." |
Sometimes the hardest thing to write is the opening line. I write it, then backspace over it. Then write it again. Then backspace over it. Write. Backspace. Write. Backspace. After a half hour of this write-backspace tug-o-war, I stare at a blank page and feel like crap about myself as a writer. I hate writers block. |
Letting the words that swirl through my mind out onto the paper or screen is an ecstatic experience sometimes. To share those words with others, though, can be frightening. To let someone into your mind is more difficult than stripping before them. Nakedness of body can be easily achieved and accepted; nakedness of mind is far more difficult to achieve, and even more difficult to accept. The armor around out inner self is far more complex than even the heaviest winter clothing, and much more difficult to remove. |
"Rob was a great guy." "He was great to hang out with, but he couldn't do the relationship thing." "I guess. I always liked him though." "Sure, me too." "So what's up with this new guy?" "Ed? He's great. He's not a nut like Rob, but we get along great." "So you're taking the train instead of the roller coaster, then, eh?" "Yup." "You know the roller coaster is way more fun than the train." "Yeah, but you wind up right back at the same place every time and never get anywhere." |
When volunteering for any kind of parish activities, it's vitally important to remember one thing: none of it is about you. The entire point of parish life is to enhance the lives of others. We are called. Each of us, whether volunteering or not, must put others first. This is true of everything. When you are thinking about yourself, your own image, your own glory, the progression stops. It's never about you, and always about others. |
Letting myself get caught up in the emotional rollercoaster that was my former romantic relationship is clearly foolishness. I am now moving on. Someone new has entered my life, and I believe he was dropped out of the sky for me. As it stands, I am positive about being able to move forward in a new relationship. The trick, I think, is to not over analyze it. |
The worst block I have to writing is a man that won't let me go. Writing this blog entry is a challenge after talking to this man, because he agitates my emotional state. I've selected and deleted quite a few lines of text already. I second guess what I put on paper/screen and then beat myself up for not being able to write. |