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40 Days of Giving Up: Day Eighteen - Why?

3/25/2014

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PictureFame might force me to wear sunglasses
I had a discussion with a friend who is starting his own blog today about the act of publishing a blog.  Is it an act of ego?  Is it some desire to call attention to onself?  A search for meaning?  Who are we to "force" our thoughts on an unsuspecting public?  Let it happen organically, be discovered and attract people through algorhythms of internet.  This conversation gave me pause.  It touched on something I often think about when I write and then share these blogs.  The question is: Why?  Why blog?  Why share it?  Why do I do it?  In other words, who cares?  

Well, I had to wonder if I write these blogs out of some sort of hubris.  Do I think I have something so important to say I need to share it with the world?  As my blog from Day Seventeen talked about, nothing is important.  If this blog disappeared tomorrow, I would miss doing it and I dare say, there are some folks who would miss reading it.  But that cannot be the reason I do it.  No, not really.  So why?

I do it because I like to do it.  Plain and simple.  Sometimes it is easier than others.  Some days I don't have a clue what to say.  But I prattle on anyway.  It is in nothing more, a good practice writing.

I do it also because I like to share my thoughts and feelings.  Now this is where the question of why takes another turn.  Is it my ego?   Do I write down my thoughts and musing and publish them for the world to see because I think I am so very wise or insightful?  Not really.  I do like getting feedback.  I do like hearing from people that they read my blog and actually got something out of it, even if was just a laugh or two.  Deep down I really do believe I have something to say.

Why then turns to "why don't I promote the blog more?"   Fear I suppose.  What if the blog catches on?  What if I develop a following beyond family and friends?  I do put it on Facebook.  Very few comment there.  I do get comments via email and in person.  But people are kind.  Maybe I am afraid of not being liked, of being harshly criticized.  Well, isn't that just how things are when you put yourself out there?

So why give up?  Give up asking why and just go ahead.  Sometimes there is no real "why" to things. Things just are.  Like being important, some things just are.  It is when we decide they are important or have to have some reason to be justified that we get into trouble.  So there you have it, I will soldier on, just for the fun and the practice and the heck of it.

Why not?


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40 Days of Giving Up: Day Nine - Cussing

3/14/2014

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PictureCussing might be like a cloud that looks like an explosion
Giving up cussing might seem more like a resolution (more fitting to NewYear's than Lent) but really, I have to admit, I rather enjoy letting out a good &*#&*#@ now and then, and a real blue streak like &%$#@! *&^%*# and ^%&$$ is delightfully satisfying not to say wonderfully like taking the lid off a pressure cooker that is about to explode.  Sometimes you just can't express what you mean without a good four-letter word now and then.  I confess: cussing is a guilty pleasure.

So recognizing that cussing is a guilty pleasure makes it well-suited to a lenten sacrifice.  A resolution is a vow to improve oneself.  Giving up something during Lent is intended to cause one to be reflective and meditative and feel some pain or discomfort in order to bring oneself closer to God.  Giving up cussing would do that.  I am sure God gets tired of hearing &^%**$ and *##$%$@ during public addresses or on TV shows.  Cussing has become epidemic in modern American society,  That aside, it still feels good at times and so giving it up during Lent is good spiritual practice.  It is also good for the spirit itself.

Well, an educated and sophisticated person can I suppose.  The meaning behind the cuss can be let out in more appropriate ways with some lovely ten-dollar words one acquires through a good study of the English language.  One needs only to turn to Shakespeare to find some very effective and devastating turns of phrases that would turn any grandmother's ear red.  But I digress.

I shall give up cussing here on in, at least during Lent.  It will be a sacrifice for sure.  Like, as I was blogging about yesterday with the giving up of impatience.  While driving, a good cuss, ^&$$$#%, alleviates the pressure of waiting needlessly at the stoplight when then is no traffic or the railroad crossing when there is no train.  It feels good.  So during this season of inner examination I shall refrain from the minor and the major cuss as much as possible and doing penance of some kind when I slip.  It will be maybe one of the most interesting and enlightening exercises during Lent I could do.

And who know?  Maybe I won't need the swear words after Lent.  My sacrifice would then become a legitimate resolution for the rest of the year and certainly cut down of my soap budget thereafter.

Day Nine: Give up cussing.  Amen.   Now there's a word I could use more often!





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40 Days of Giving Up: Day Six - Certainty

3/11/2014

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PictureHow can I be certain of anything?
When I left Detroit oh so many years ago, I was not certain of much.  I did not know if I would make it away from home, being the home boy I was.  I was very connected to my family, deeply enmeshed in my family as several folks described it back then.  Breaking away and striking out on my own was a scarey thing to do.  Even I thought I would eventually return and settle back into the fold of family and friends there.  As a precaution, I chose some certainty in the move knowing that I would have a relative here in Riverside who would be my "anchor".  That was me then, always needing an anchor, some measure of certainty that someone would always be there should I fail.

I've heard it said we are all born knowing everything.  Soon after, though, we begin to forget.  And by the time we have language skills to express ourselves, we have forgotten even the experience of birth.  Then we grow and when we reach puberty we think we know everything.  Our parents, indeed most adults, are just plain ignorant, or so we think.  Then as we mature we begin to realize just how little we do know.  And that is when we are presented with the opportunity to learn.  Some choose to open their minds, other to keep them closed.  Some live in certainty.  Others become more and more uncertain. And that's where the real certainty begins to mainifest: in knowing we don't know and may never know, everything.  And its okay.

So today I am meditating on certainty, on giving it up.  I don't recall ever thinking I knew everything.  I assuredly know I don't know everything now.  Everything has questions attached.  And every answer brings another question.   I have come to realize that should I ever stop questioning, I might as well stop living.  If there is nothing left to learn, why bother to breathe?

"Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd."  Voltaire 

Living in the question rather than settling in an answer is the imperative.  Stop questioning, stop living.  Of that I am certain.  



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40 Days of Giving Up: Day Four - Hope

3/8/2014

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PictureThe lily is the hope of spring
Every morning the sun rises.  My upstairs bedroom window faces opens on the west side of the house, so what I get it reflected light.  But it still lets me know that the day is rising up like a phoenix to begin again.  It reminds me how when I went to bed the night before, I still had hope: hope for a brighter day, hope of a new tomorrow, hope that everything would be okay after all.

I am beginning to think one can live too much in hope.  You see, hope is something that is always "out there", just beyond the horizon.  It is not a real thing.  It can bolster you up and make you want to carry on, but it is not real.  Hope can be just an illusion.  At the risk of sounding a bit jaded, I am giving up hope.

Okay, maybe that is an overstatement.  I am not giving up hope.  There is always hope.  As I write this blog, I am sitting out on my deck in the side yard.  The sun is fairly high in a clear blue sky.  It reminds me that hope can mean believing a better world can come out of a clear blue sky.  I think that is even called "blue-skying".  But really, it takes a little more.

 I read our local morning paper online today.  It was full of stories about dog bites.  "Dog Bites are on the Rise!"  "Man bite by Pit Bull Will Recover."  "Dog Shot by Officer wi\ill Live."   Mixed messages for sure.  Dogs running rampant.  Dogs going to restaurants with their owners.  People taking their dogs into public spaces more.  And there are more dogs in America than ever before.  All of this gives me pause.  It is a mixed message to be sure and leaves me to wondering what  the world is coming to?  Is it, forgive my trite phrase, going to the dogs?  I hope not.

And there is the problem with hope.

Hope is not enough.  I believe in hope, don't get me wrong.  But the object of hope needs action.  To get the hoped for results, one needs to rise up and move their feet.  It worries me sometime when I see and hear of so many who have given up hope.  Like the man who lives on the streets whom I wrote of yesterday or the cynical pundit on TV news who dwells only on the negative failures of our government and economy.  There is always hope.  But I believe we need to get beyond hope,  use the inspiration of hope, the "audacity" as our current president put it, to make it happen.

So today I give up hope.  I am going to live into the hope of a better day by moving to make it one.  I am going to give up hope in hope of making it real.   Let hope be my inspiration, not my dwelling place.  Will it work?  Well, all I can say is, I hope so.

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The Journey Begins: 40 Days of Giving Up

3/4/2014

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PictureA Journey of 40 Days Begins Here
This is the eve of the first day of Lent.  It is the day when we clear our our larders, use up sugar, flour and eggs, and prepare for the beginning of the season of contemplation, repentence and reflection.  Known as Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, even Pancake Tuesday, it is a day in some quarters for revelry and celebration in anticipation of the forty days of self-denial and spiritual practices.  

In light of this, I have decided that it is time to blog again, this time setting the goal of blogging daily during the season leading up to Easter.  Easter to me is a time of rebirth and renewal.  What better way for doing that then meditating on the things we really want or should give up; things like fear and guilt, resentment, doubt, self-pity, excuses and more.  

This is my plan: to each day during Lent meditate in this blog on the forementioned items and more.  It is my personal Lenten journey this year.  I am inviting you to come along, and, if you care to, share your thoughts and experiences as we go.

So eat some pancakes quick, fling your party beads quick.  The journey starts tommorrow.  We're off to see the wizard...and the wizard might just be us.

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