Keep on doing the right thing. Keep understanding that you’re not doing it for you. If somebody pats you on the back, count it as Grace. Then go back to doing the right thing. A better day is coming.
Grow up. Forgive yourself. Move on.
Free yourself. Say, “It’s my fault.” Then, make amends if you can. After that, grow up, forgive yourself, and move on.
Deliberate, hurtful lies are the hardest sins to forgive.
Learn as much as you can about everything. Then, drive everyone crazy with what you know. It’s our only hope.
What are you cooking up? It smells good.
The public world has become a freak show. Continue to stand by your convictions, and take action when necessary, but don’t go inside the tent, no matter what enticing things any barker says. It isn’t worth it.
Politics is theatre. Really bad theatre.
The most honest and liberating thing any person can say to any other is, “I don’t know.”
For most of my life I have believed that whatever I was attempting at any given moment was impossible. And yet, I’ve been successful much of the time. I could have saved myself a lot of heartache.
If you wake up and suddenly think all your treasured beliefs are completely wrong, go find a sunrise. You’ll discover differently.
Order is everywhere. You don’t believe me? Empty your mind and sit silently for one hour. You will.
My dog, Tom, is constantly in touch with simple truths: the train is coming; it’s time to eat; walks are fun; sleeping is good. Like most dogs, he’s an empath, and gets uneasy only when I introduce my nebulous feelings into his life.
Today, March 31, 2021, as I sit looking out the front window of my camp, the ice is still in and winter is coming and going. I skied yesterday, today I could rake leaves if I was of a mind to. And now snow is falling again with temperatures dipping into the 20’s. Spring in the U.P.
In the Spring Waterfowl return to northern lakes, ponds, rivers, and streams, as soon as there is the slightest stretch of open water. How do they know it’s there? I have no idea. That makes me happy.
As I write this it is Easter Week. Since my boyhood, Easter Week has been spiritually, psychologically, emotionally, even physically difficult and revelatory for me. The fact that I have had an on again off again relationship with the Catholic Church, never seems to affect this one way or the other. Sometimes reality simply is. In every sense of that word, on every level.
Moments of simple clarity are so rare that we call them by a miraculous name: revelations, as though to clearly understand even simple things were somehow supernatural.
Our souls are full of wrestling angels and demons, but not all are black or white; most are gray and as confused as we are.