Imagine managing life
with a lightness of spirit
Imagine noticing how much I worry
and then moving on to actually noticing all the things around me and getting on with living!
It seems like a way to be more relaxed maybe even less
focused on what is going wrong or what could go wrong
The world is always, has always and may always be amazing and wonderful and at the same time: an utter mess; before I arrived, while I’m here and after I leave……..so perhaps my obligation to the world is to be an enthusiastic participant.
The principle of moral proximity rings true to me. I can be concerned without being responsible for all the stuff all over the world.
I can’t fix it all and make everyone be kind. Period. On certain days, I can barely manage me!
Here are Kevin DeYoung & Greg Gilbert on this concept:
Moral proximity refers to how connected we are to someone by virtue of familiarity, kinship, space, or time…. The closer the moral proximity, the greater the moral obligation…. [This principle] reminds us that we can’t possibly be the same kind of good neighbor to everyone in the world, nor must we. Supporting AIDS relief in Africa is a wonderful thing to do, but a failure to do so does not automatically make a church in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, a gospel-less, selfish church. But if that same church did nothing to help their people when the river flooded in 2008, then they do not understand the love of Christ. Moral proximity should not make us more cavalier to the poor. But it should free us from unnecessary guilt and make us more caring toward those who count on us most.
Today I wonder if I will ever just relax
I wake up in the morning feeling tired
Go to bed feeling the same way.
I ain’t nuthin’ but tired. Yeah, I’m just tired and bored with myself. Hey there baby I could use. just a little help
Wait, I just lapsed into a Bruce Springsteen song.
Meanwhile, I dreamed I had to maneuver through lot of obstacles to get somewhere — rocky stuff and hills that a person could easily fall off of and I seem to have made it through; but what was the point? I do not know.
Maybe it was that you can make it through the things you see as trouble.
You are strong. It’s not that the obstacles won’t be there. It’s that you will handle it.
Maybe it was a psychic thing — a few months after that dream, I broke my wrist on Mount Vesuvius! And I handled it! Coincidence? Non lo so.
Will I ever write again?
And if so, I wonder when?
Will I discover someone oh-so-grand?
Like Dick Van Patton or Ayn Rand?
Something is there
on the edge of my brain
Waiting for a a word or a way to explain
How to cope with the world and the rocky terrain
The spice of life…..
can be risky
and even scary
and even worth it
… most of the thyme!
Playing around with paints on a tile
Takes my mind completely off of me for awhile
This little bird looks a tiny bit shy
something in the shape and the look of the eye
it turned out that way and I don’t know why