David Lee

Today is the second consecutive day of staying away from the world of Facebook.  I had decided that I was spending way too much of my waking day glued to the computer or FB phone app, so I decided to start weening myself from it.  Yesterday morning after I had posted my two inspirational readings for the day, I vowed not to log on again for the remainder of the day.

I multiple times was scrolling across my cell phone screen and very nearly keyed the FB icon…several times I started to hit the bookmarked tab on my computer.  But each time I reminded myself of the pledge I had made at the beginning of the day and followed through with staying away.

The phone icon didn’t help matters a lot, with the number inside the orange circle telling me how many notifications had gone unnoticed…climbing ever so slowly from five to ten to the eventual thirty-one I had received by day’s end.  My mind played all types of tricks on me in attempt to get me to give in:  “What if it’s a really important FB email from a friend that needs my immediate attention?” I would ask myself.

I found as the day went on that the desire to log in to my FB account got less and less. It was finally around seven p.m. that I reasoned I was going to be able to fulfill my pledge and not log in for the day.  I had made it through the first day without accessing that social media account.

I will admit that I checked in to my Instagram account and did post several pictures…I even look at Pinterest and created a few pins there, but for the most part I was able to stay away from social media for the day.

Now I’ve made it half-way through the second day of my self-imposed FB sanction.  I see the notifications are starting to build – I have ten thus far.  And I really wanted to take a picture of my granddaughter at lunch to post to my page,,,but the temptation was not enough to make me go back on my word.

You never truly realize how much of a stronghold something or someone has on you until you consciously decide to do without it for a while.  I’m thinking this will get easier as time goes on and that I’ll be able to use that time formerly spent in the alternate reality world of social media to do something much more productive.  For right now, I’m just getting used to doing without.

David Lee

Risk Being Alive 

“I know nothing is going to last forever,” Charlie said. “But the key to life and being happy is acting as though it is.”

Many of us have had our illusions about security and permanency shattered.  The longer we’re alive, the more it gets beat into us that nothing is forever.  We can plan on many things, but the only thing we can plan on with any certainty is change.

At some time in our lives, we may have convinced ourselves otherwise.   We surrendered ourselves to that job, that project, or that relationship with all our hearts, only to have it crash to an end.

Some of us may have decided, after enough cycles of beginnings, middles, and endings, that the way to deal with this was never to fully give our hearts to any person or circumstance, never to let ourselves fully be present and enjoy the moment.

If I don’t get it completely, I won’t get hurt when it ends, we think.  Maybe.  But you won’t experience the pleasure and joy, the rick, sweet, full taste of those moments, either.

Okay, so you’re wiser now.  You know nothing lasts forever.  You know the moment something begins, the ending has already been written, too.  People are born.  They die.  A job or project begins.  Then it ends.  But there’s an entire luscious middle waiting, inviting you to jump in fully and see how sweet life can be.  Besides, when the ending does come, you’ll also have been given enough wisdom, courage, and grace to deal with that too.

What are you waiting for?  Go ahead…. Stop holding back…Jump in…Love your life.

 

From “More Language of Letting Go” by Melody Beattie

Two Layers of Synchronicity

I recently accepted a job to substitute teach for a seventh grade social studies teacher.  It just so happened that he was also the boys’ basketball coach.  While the day progressed, I noticed he had the team’s white jerseys all neatly-folded inside a large plastic container.  I decided to take a glance at the jerseys and thought perhaps I could see the #23 jersey without disturbing the rest of the stack.  Lo and behold, the jersey I was looking for was on the top. 

I decided to take a picture of the jersey and then posted the find to my Facebook page.  Not too soon afterwards, a FB friend who lives in Nova Scotia posted the following comment: “It was a year ago today that a young man in our community was killed in a tragic car accident – he played #23 for the high school basketball team – and here you’re posting another team’s #23 – sync again!!”

So I considered it quite remarkable that the #23 jersey just happened to be on the top of the stack of jerseys. And to then have it revealed that  it “just happened” to be the anniversary of a fateful event in the life of a friend who lived so far away with a connection to the same sport and jersey number.

Quite remarkable indeed!

 

I was substitute teaching in a fifth grade classroom on November 22, 2013.  It was exactly fifty years ago on that day when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.  How are the two events even remotely related?  Read on…

During the course of the school day, a student approached me with a penny, saying he had found it on the floor.  I thank him for turning it in, without really thinking much at the time about it.  A bit later in the day, I examined the penny, seeing that it obviously was a bit older than most.  And what, to my surprise, did I find out?

The penny was dated 1963…the year that JFK was assassinated.  And it was fifty years to the day that a penny bearing that date was found in a classroom and turned in by an industrious student.  Several questions ruminated in my mind over the next while:  What are the chances most eleven year-old children would bother to pick a penny up, much less turn it in?  What are the chances the date it was found and turned in would be such an historic date in our country’s history?  And perhaps most-importantly, doesn’t this seem to indicate that events far removed and brought to awareness are signs of connections we may never totally understand?

Synchronicity at its finest in my book…

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Dear Sunday morning pedestrian at LRU,

   First of all, let me say I was impressed that you had arisen so early on a Sunday morning when most of your college cohorts were perhaps still sleeping the morning away.  I assume you were going to get some breakfast at such an early hour, or perhaps going to a church service even.  But there is something I feel the need to share with you about some of your walking practices.

     The intersection you were crossing at does tend to be quite busy.  There are any one of a number of motorized vehicles traveling that road at any time during the day.  I feel that’s one reason the college has chosen to put in crosswalks with lights to aid students in getting across the road.  They have even gone to the trouble to have detailed instructions posted on how to cross safely, including how to get the crosswalk light to change to allow crossing.  (Although I will say as an LRC graduate, I find it quite humorous that it would be necessary to have instructions for a college age student to be able to cross the road safely.)

     This morning you were walking across the crosswalk while the approaching traffic had the green light for travel.  The phone call you were having was of, I am sure utmost importance, but next time you’re crossing, you might want to consider giving the oncoming traffic your undivided attention.    I am sincerely glad that the three cars in front of me saw you crossing and decided to come to a complete stop despite having the green light.

        The reason I’m writing you is just to let you know that not all Sunday morning drivers are as alert as we were this morning.  They may or may not be paying full attention to what’s going on in front of them.  Perhaps they woke up a little late and are in a rush, maybe they’re taking a call or heaven forbid texting, or in some cases, maybe they had one-too-many night before and are still in the process of overcoming that inevitable hangover.  Bottom line is that I am afraid they may not be able to avoid you like we did this morning.

       I’m not one to tell others how to live their lives, but for future walks to the campus, you might want to consider following the indicated pedestrian signal:  red is for stop; white is to go….and the countdown numbers tell you how many seconds you have to safely cross the street. You also may want to think about waiting for that phone call until after you’ve crossed the road.   I just don’t want your time to be up forever.

 

Signed, 

Concerned Sunday motorist

Dear Sunday morning runner,

     I applaud you for the effort you’re putting forth to take care of yourself by getting out and jogging/running at 7:45 a.m. on a forty degree morning.  I only wish I had the determination and drive to do the same.  But there is something I feel the need to share with you about where you’re choosing to do your runs.

     The five lane road we were both traveling this morning was meant for vehicular traffic, aka – cars.  I saw well in advance that you were choosing to run in the middle of the right hand lane that I was traveling in the opposite direction.  I was also glad that you made the decision to move out of the middle of the lane and to the edge of the road.  But at the same time, I noticed there was a sidewalk that you could just as well been using for your morning jaunt.  

     Now I know I’ve read somewhere that the black asphalt pavement is supposed to be better to run on, but as I said earlier, I think that’s mainly designed for motorized forms of transportation.  I would have even been a bit more understanding if you had chosen to at least move over to the curb.

     The reason I’m writing you is just to let you know that not all Sunday morning drivers are as alert as I was this morning.  They may or may not be paying full attention to what’s going on in front of them.  Perhaps they woke up a little late and are in a rush, maybe they’re taking a call or heaven forbid texting, or in some cases, maybe they had one-too-many night before and are still in the process of overcoming that inevitable hangover.  Bottom line is that I am afraid they may not be able to avoid you like I did this morning.

     I’m not one to tell others how to live their lives, but for future runs, you might want to consider using the sidewalk for its intended purpose.

 

Signed,

Concerned Motorist

from Melodie Beattie’s More Language of Letting Go

The magic of a story lies in the spaces between the words.

When we read a novel, we often find that the writer vies us only the barest elements of a scene, and yet our imagination fills in all the blank spaces from our experiences, our hopes, our dreams.  We don’t need the author to give us all of the details.

So it is with life.  Often we are given only the barest outline of the path that we are to follow, and yet if we are silent and listen to our hearts, we can hear all the details of our path spelled out for us, a step at a time.  There is no need to have everything laid out for us beforehand.  If it were, there would be no need to take the trip.  We could simply read about it.

Get up.

Live your path with your heart. 

Fill in the blanks yourself. 

God, Give me the strength to find out how the story ends by living until the end of it, instead of wanting it read to me beforehand.

From Melody Beattie’s  More Language of Letting Go

“God must become and activity in our consciousness.” ~ Joel S. Goldsmith

God is not separate from this beautiful world that he created.  He is the creative force behind everything we do.  He is the sunshine, the moonrise, the tides, and the eclipse.  He created us from nothing, and we are special for no other reason than that we are.

When we let go of our separateness and welcome the fact that we are a part of the universe, an amazing thing happens:  we see we are a part of the glory of the universe.

God is more than a great father standing judgmentally above looking down with a mix of love and anger at his creation.  We are created in God’s image.  We are a part of God, and a part of God’s spirit resides in each of us.

We are a part of universal consciousness.

Today, where you are feeling down or sad or joyous and free, take a moment and get in touch with the part of God that resides within you.  You’re a part of something bigger than all the petty victories and losses in your life.  Enjoy your uniqueness; embrace your universality too.  Find comfort and humility in all that is.

See God in your life and in the world.  Pray.  Meditate.

Make conscious contact with your God.

God, help me make conscious contact with you today.

Notes to self:

1.) Comments and opinions that people have of painting, photographs, and the like say as much about the person commenting as they do about the artist/photographer.

2.)  When someone is talking and says “You probably all know my story…”, most of the time I don’t know the story and wonder if most people don’t the story (and perhaps aren’t really that interested in hearing it.)

3.)  Those single serving packets of mustard are a lot smaller in size than the single serving packets of ketchup and I’m left wondering “why?”

4.)  You pay more for a cold 20 ounce soft drink than you do for a two liter off the shelf…I guess that’s the price you pay for refrigeration.

5.)  There are lots of places you go to buy things where there is no one at the cash register, or if there are multiple cash registers, most of them are not open.

6.)  FB and other social media give people “fame” that used to be difficult to come by… I wonder if this feed their egos….I wonder if I am in this group of people.

7.)  Prime numbers are way cooler than composite numbers.

8.)  I wonder if book stores are going to put themselves out of business when they sell electronic devices that allow you to download books…I know it’s a great saver of space, but I like my actual book!

9.)  Firemen and policemen and anyone that serves in the armed services have a special type of courage.

10.)  It’s best if you don’t have a lot of items in a list or people will stop reading or not read them at all.  This is the end of my list.

What are the chances?  The chances that someone would find a fifty-dollar bill on the ground, pick it up to examine it, and then contemplate what to do?  One of three friends involved in a conversation looked down on the pavement to find what appeared to be folding money.  Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was a not-often-seen fifty dollar bill.  After concluding that it was indeed real, the three friends debated over what to do with the newly found currency.

It would seem to some that the person that found the bill was indeed lucky that day and should take it to spend or save as he would choose.  But alas, he didn’t think that was the way things should go.  Another friend, after being handed the bill, listed a couple of options, including giving it to someone they all three knew that could probably use it.  They second-guessed that choice, not entirely sure how the money would be spent.

It was finally decided that the third friend would keep the money and offer it up to the nearby resource center .  It reasoned that whoever had dropped it had more than likely visited the center and they would be able to find the most appropriate way to distribute the fortunate find.

After contemplating the situation, I  have reasoned that good friends can be as hard to find as a fifty dollar bill. We find people along our life’s journey that are there for a season and then gone.  But there are also those people with whom we share a common bond that seem to always be there through thick and thin, good times and bad.  Consider it good fortune to find those friends that are bound by integrity and look for the common good instead of selfish ends.

I have been fortunate in my lifetime to have found friends just such as those…. And I consider it a blessing.