Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Keep on peace making

Time keeps moving along. Obama is past 100 days. How goes my peacemaking? Slowly. This business of picking ourselves up, dusting ourselves off, and renewing the work of remaking America takes TIME! I hope things go well for you. And keep at it. So will I. Keep on, keep on, keep on.

Peace y'all


Monday, May 11, 2009

A way to boost readership

I crave readers. Writing to no one is a fragile business. Without feedback, how do I know if I touch any hearts or inspire any thoughts or positive change?

Recently I copied a blog posting (Cuba libre) and sent it to the editor of my local newspaper. It ran this past Sunday and I've received a number of comments already. I will do it again next month too--because I know people read letters to the editor.

Peace y'all


Tuesday, May 5, 2009

more about clutter

A little more thinking about clutter.

A few years ago at a Quaker interest group meeting I rewrote the Lord's Prayer. I love my version. Here is an excerpt

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Please guide me, please strip from my heart and light the clutter and bitter residue of human failings.

So much of my clutter are my false assumptions, my hopes, my delusions of things I intended to do. Evidence of promises broken. Magazines I meant to read, clothes I've been meaning to mend. piles of recipes that tempted me but I never tried, half-completed craft projects, bags of supplies for projects I wanted to do but didn't get to. And sometimes still promise myself that I will.

The bitter residue of this human's failings.

And sometimes, clearing that clutter is admitting failure. And pitching stuff reminds me of how wasteful I, a typical modern American, am. So the satisfaction of clearing space and establishing open, clear places in my space and my heart has that ugly downside--all the crap I'm putting into another part of the planet.

The next part of my prayer is this:

Wash away my weaknesses and wrongdoings. Help my truth and strength to shine.

that's a good note to stop on.

Peace, y'all