“Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.” ~ David Foster Wallace
“Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God’s speaking from the whirlwind, nature’s old song, and dance.” ~ Annie Dillard
“If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.” ~ Leo Tolstoy
It would be a cinch to go all negative in today’s post, but I won’t. At least as far as I know. Perhaps I can break that urge by feeding the cat and giving water to the chickens. My friend, Joe, said that back home in Louisiana they call chickens “yard birds”. I like that name, although to me they seem more like dinosaurs. Velociraptors? Hmmmm, have you really watched them run. Just sayin. And . . . so, Mr. Ebert, why so negative; potentially, that is? The national news, the uncivilized president. Or maybe I should say uncouth. I mean the guy lives in a golden tower. That’s gotta count for something, right? Best go feed the cat. Bisy backson.
The other day a woman told me that I am so weird. How do you respond to a statement like that? I told her that all those years of effort have finally payed off. Whatever. Ya gotta be yourself, right? To thine own self be true. I could launch off and write a complete, full length book of motivational, aphoristic, self-help fluff right now. I ain’t goin there, k? I’ve, a few times, considered writing a slim volume about my journey, and my spiritual worldview. I think Wayne Dyer would like that were, he still alive. Wayne was the one who inspired me to pare down my writing to a level where a cab driver can get it. I don’t do this in this blog, BTW. That attitude toward writing helped me in writing my first book, because the stuff I experienced was so far beyond words. It wasn’t easy. It took 17 years of reading and research before I was comfortable beginning the manuscript, then another eight years before I edited and published the work. That’s just kind of a fact. The whole thing, from the NDE forward, baffles and mystifies the bejeezes outta me. It might be easier if I were a Christian, but I can’t go there. I love the man and his teachings very much, but I don’t do religion. Period. I don’t feel any need for it personally. It’s all good. Now, moving forward . . . I sorta hit the wall as far as this day’s blog post, so I am gonna go ahead and tap out my tagline and kick back to rest for a while before I head down to do the laundry. The laundromat is truly a spiritual place for me. Everybody is focused, peaceful, and stuff is coming clean. I rest my case.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.