Same Old

On days such as these, I don't know very much. I have little to tell. I am stuck. I recently read, however, that being "stuck" is a great thing. How, you ask, well... let me tell you. It is the recognition of the "stuckness" that is the springboard to becoming "unstuck". This is of course from one of my new favorite books... "MESSY SPIRITUALITY".

The busyness of the suburbs makes it very easy, I believe, to let life pass you by while attending to the "to do" list of the day or week or month or whatever. The "American Dream" is all but attainable.... just beyond my grasp at any given moment and it is this that propells me to continue at times even though this dream, or nightmare really, is the absolute antithesis of all that I believe in. That said... I am working on unsticking myself from this complicated pursuit of life when it should be so simple, so sweet. Today, I miss HoneyRock. Next week, I hope to be there for a few days.

Not that HR is simple, or unbusy, but it is to some degree... slower. And in general encourages the pursuit of the simple, even when it seems like blatant hypocrisy to what actually happens there. I love that place. I love sitting at Beaver Island. I love looking up at the most brilliant night sky I have ever seen from the playing field, only to be startled by 5 or 6 deer that are grazing in the pathway and I see them only by their glowing eyes. I love the people that are there... or were there when I was. They will always be there in my heart - even when we are actually scattered geographically.

None of this is to say that I am unhappy... quite contrary. I am thrilled. I can't believe how lucky I am that I get to do what I get to do. I just don't want to get so busy, that I cease to enjoy it, or see it for the privilege that it is.

PEACE