479. You Have That Parent Experience Again When …

… you one the one hand are really, really angry and feel like saying something nasty to your spouse who can’t or won’t understand why lack of sleep and time to yourself got to you first, when she is preoccupied with her own lack …

… and on the other your heart is genuinely old-fashionedly melting when you see your 11 month old son trying to drink from a cup.… Read more

478. Sanitizing

Decided only to blog in the evenings after Jay has gone to bed – which is insane of course, if I ever want to get more blogging done in the short-term.

Or perhaps it is sanest of all.

I mean, that affirms that I even though I truly do want The Blog to be big, helpful and much read … my primary priority IS for blogging to give me energy.… Read more

476. Rebaptized

If you try to avoid or remove the awkward quality, it will pursue you. The only effective way to still its unease is to transfigure it, to let it become something creative and positive that contributes to who you are.
Nietzsche said that one of the best days in his life was the day when he rebaptized all his negative qualities as his best qualities.

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475. Miracle Agendas

MRN and his wife had a son today. The best of news after all the time we thought they could not.

And before they thought so, Char and I thought so. (And while we thought so, they thought still they could.)

Children …

Apparently they decide when miracles happen.… Read more

472. Waking

Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our hearts? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so that we may feel again their majesty and power?Read more

471. Choose

I made a Joan of Arc podcast.

On a day when I was still reeling from having to ‘clean up’ a website job for a customer that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Then I looked at the clock: Two hours left before having to pick up Jay from daycare.

I felt numb, unable to find out how to Quickly Do All The Personal Things I Had Been Missing Out On Doing these past weeks, and which I had looked forward to getting started on yesterday!… Read more

470. What Major Tom Sees

Standing there alone, the ship is waiting
All systems are go, are you sure?
Control is not convinced
But the computer has the evidence
No need to abort
The countdown starts
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance, all is working
Trying to relax, up in the capsule
“Send me up a drink”, jokes Major Tom
The count goes on
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Calling calling home
Second stage is cut, we’re now in orbit
Stabilizers up, running perfect
Starting to collect, requested data
What will it effect, when all is done
Thinks Major Tom
Back at ground control, there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
Hello Major Tom, are you receiving
Turn the thrusters on, we’re standing by
There’s no reply
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling, calling, home
Across the stratosphere
A final message, “Give my wife my love”
Then nothing more
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They don’t realize, he’s alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now the light commands, this is my home
I’m coming home
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Coming home
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Coming home
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Coming coming home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
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469. You Can’t Take The Afternoon With You

Thomas Merton wrote, “there is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.” There is always an enormous temptation in all of life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for itsy-bitsy years on end. It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage.Read more