Strength Office 646
My 22 month old son is completely happy in his “Second super-real world” that he creates when he plays.
There are sounds, objects, people, animals, colors and shapes which are perfectly clear and present to him, which no one else can see or hear, that he exclaims about in the most emphatically declamatory fashion.
I so approve of his play.
It is joyous and certainly feels God inspired to me in his animation and exuberance.
With each of his actions following a complete disconnectedness from the previous action…his playfulness appears, to me, to be the very definition of real freedom.
This is how I feel when I write or play music.
Gummy doesn’t say this is wasted time he could be being productive or that someone else has more talent at playing and therefore he should not play.
He plays and, in a sense, that is the most spiritual thing a person, while solitary, can do.
Strength Office 647
Great health comes from little food, much exercise and moderate sleep.
Gandhi is right: Gold and silver are just nothing …without health.
Strength Office 648
“Seek first the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness”
Matt 6:33
Now if I am chomping down on food, way past when I am hungry…do I suppose that is God’s Righteousness?
That feels more like God’s Wrongteousness, for me.
“You shall know them by their fruit”
Matt 7:15
I don’t know…I think you may know them by their pies and cakes.
Strength Office 649
HP,
I am so grateful to you during this season of COVID to be well enough physically and spiritually to go back to my late teens/early 20’s and retrieve something I had to leave behind when I got serious about recovery 40 years ago.
It has been such a pleasure and privilege to visit that musical experience sober and to see it without the grandiosity or ambition of my youth.
It has been painful to work through the codependence on the one extreme and the narcissism on the other, to find a healthy, loving balance.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart…really thank you.
Strength Office 650
There is no strength where there is no honesty.
I have been being dishonest with myself that I can do things that my wife, my sponcees and my friends can do…but that I cannot.
I am “bodily and mentally different from my fellows”.
Anytime I seek out ways to intentionally make myself feel good my brain just starts to slowly hemorrhage and leak out spirituality like an old rusty oil can in a nasty, musty, tool shed…until I feel so boundaryless that the mere presence of other human beings becomes excruciatingly painful.
It is not their fault. It is mine, because I have destroyed my own natural social resiliences by devouring my own boundaries through my own unwillingness to feel the natural healthy pain that occasionally comes along with a full life.
If I am not the problem…there is no solution.