Monday, March 27, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
The Tortoise and The Hare
A friend of mine is struggling to feel like she is loved by God. This was part of an email I wrote her. This concept touches on many facets of our lives I think.
Sometimes in life our minds need to follow our hearts. And then other times our hearts need to follow our minds.
It's often that I find my heart racing ahead of a mind that's struggling for breath miles behind me. My mind the tortoise and my heart the hare. Sometimes my heart can be as misguided and unsure as a child. Following rabbit trails and gullies of all sorts. Not holding to the true paths. It would seem our minds are much more apt at following the straight and true trails in life. The one's that follow in the line of what's real. Telling us of this truth that's independent of what our hearts seem to say. It's just that if our minds lead us too often we fail to see the beauty around us in our journey. Perhaps causing us to miss it all together.
If our hearts lead us along we may see much beauty in this world but it'll be elusive and temporal without an anchor. I can't comprehend a more torturous prison. Sensing the beauty of something one minute only to have it robbed the next by a straying child.
For me the mind is often were the anchors in life are found. Keeping us anchored in to what we know to be true. Perhaps this should be the foundation of our existence. It's in our hearts where the beauty of our journey is witnessed however. It's where the passionate fire of our souls deepest longing is kept. We mustn't forget to involve our hearts in the journey. But it's a balance. It's a balance to the most intrinsic and monumental degree, holding the key to a complete life in it's grasp.
Sometimes in life our minds need to follow our hearts. And then other times our hearts need to follow our minds.
It's often that I find my heart racing ahead of a mind that's struggling for breath miles behind me. My mind the tortoise and my heart the hare. Sometimes my heart can be as misguided and unsure as a child. Following rabbit trails and gullies of all sorts. Not holding to the true paths. It would seem our minds are much more apt at following the straight and true trails in life. The one's that follow in the line of what's real. Telling us of this truth that's independent of what our hearts seem to say. It's just that if our minds lead us too often we fail to see the beauty around us in our journey. Perhaps causing us to miss it all together.
If our hearts lead us along we may see much beauty in this world but it'll be elusive and temporal without an anchor. I can't comprehend a more torturous prison. Sensing the beauty of something one minute only to have it robbed the next by a straying child.
For me the mind is often were the anchors in life are found. Keeping us anchored in to what we know to be true. Perhaps this should be the foundation of our existence. It's in our hearts where the beauty of our journey is witnessed however. It's where the passionate fire of our souls deepest longing is kept. We mustn't forget to involve our hearts in the journey. But it's a balance. It's a balance to the most intrinsic and monumental degree, holding the key to a complete life in it's grasp.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Passion
Passion is probably not something that comes and goes, skittering across the landscape of our hearts like some elusive and extraneous breeze. I suppose if passion isn't blowing with the thunderous noise of a 100 mile an hour gale force it isn't something one might expect to stick around.
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Can one choose to be a passionate individual? Or does passion choose them?
Is passion a choice? Produced from the depths. Or does it spring forth from a vessel of it's own election? Maybe it's the product of many years of seeing lies or wrong doings. Maybe discovering that one is no longer bound by the chains of his or her own making. Of other's making. A reckoning of what's broken with an impulse to fix it. A passionate existence being that revelation's full on expression.
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Can one choose to be a passionate individual? Or does passion choose them?
Is passion a choice? Produced from the depths. Or does it spring forth from a vessel of it's own election? Maybe it's the product of many years of seeing lies or wrong doings. Maybe discovering that one is no longer bound by the chains of his or her own making. Of other's making. A reckoning of what's broken with an impulse to fix it. A passionate existence being that revelation's full on expression.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Want
It's a rat race this life is and so much information and so much to comprehend and so much to grasp with so little time and we're running, always running and you say what's relevant what's authentic but what do they mean what's fashionable-what tastes sickly sweet what's hip cool and slicked out of it's mind that glossy coating of all we hold dear we have information but haven't the minds to dissect it and we have news shows and podcasts and billboards all telling us what's true and so many books all disagree but all supposed to help us understand and televisions as our feeding troughs ensuring informational obesity preventing us from getting up from our plush couches and promising nothing but lies and disclosing all but what's important to a dead world but in complexity whats uncomplicated is needed and I want a simple humanity a simple philosophy a simple moral standard ethical code want what's true what's right what's good...
and
I
just
want
to
breath.
and
I
just
want
to
breath.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
Did Someone Say Beads?!
Sorry for the silence. I went down to New Orleans to help out with yet another disaster relief team this past week. I'm currently working on recounting the whole ordeal and will not speak another word of it here until I'm done.
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