4.02.2009
Promise of a New Day
Anyone care to speculate what has happened to us? While I know many neighborhoods in the intangible world are thriving, it seems mine has become nearly a ghost town. Many people aren't posting, many people aren't commenting. Some people are closing their blogs or signing off permanently.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
Whatever this virus is, I have it too. Is there an antidote for thoroughly-bored-of-hearing-myself-speak? Nate says I will be here for a looong time. I would like to think so, but if the last few months are any indication, I have my doubts.
No matter, what's done is done. It's highly indicative of the world today. Times they are a-changing. Many of us don't have the luxury of spending as many hours composing blog posts as we did a year ago. We have more on our minds, more to worry about in the future, and more real life to deal with. The change in the economy is much like when Ben Linus turned the wheel in the Orchid Station on 'Lost'; there is no way to project the repercussions, they are far-reaching and unpredictable.
Much of my out-loud processing is being done in the presence of Rosalie, my Spiritual Director, these days; for I need to be challenged, to be asked pointed questions, and to be coaxed through the birth canal of my spiritual stuck-ness. She brings out the dreams in me, but also the hindrances to those dreams. I often awake sensing a new aroma on the wind, something my nose tries to follow, and I move closer each day, but so far not reaching it's source. It's something calling me out; picture Mark Metcalf screaming "Whadya wanna do with your life?" Um...
There is still fire in our bellies, no doubt. I hear it in the conversations I have with my online "neighbors", see it in the actions they take and the struggles they face. This change in our spiritual DNA isn't always easy to endure, and requires a retreating into ourselves from time to time, absorbing our new ideas and getting to know our new body. One day, again, we will surface for air and see a new frontier yet again, stretching out beyond where we presently stand, and we will walk, again measuring out territory.
Well, I have been below the surface for some months now, processing some new and newly revealed situations in my life and working at turning my head toward the future and away from the past. Somewhere out there is my new territory.
In case you wondered, I do have some ideas about where that new territory may lie and how I might find it. Stay tuned, this post is already too long, and so I must divide it.
Be encouraged, there is hope on the horizon.
Promise of a New Day I
Promise of a New Day II
Promise of a New Day III
Promise of a New Day IV
Promise of a New Day V
Promise of a New Day: Epilogue
Where have all the cowboys gone?
Whatever this virus is, I have it too. Is there an antidote for thoroughly-bored-of-hearing-myself-speak? Nate says I will be here for a looong time. I would like to think so, but if the last few months are any indication, I have my doubts.
No matter, what's done is done. It's highly indicative of the world today. Times they are a-changing. Many of us don't have the luxury of spending as many hours composing blog posts as we did a year ago. We have more on our minds, more to worry about in the future, and more real life to deal with. The change in the economy is much like when Ben Linus turned the wheel in the Orchid Station on 'Lost'; there is no way to project the repercussions, they are far-reaching and unpredictable.
Much of my out-loud processing is being done in the presence of Rosalie, my Spiritual Director, these days; for I need to be challenged, to be asked pointed questions, and to be coaxed through the birth canal of my spiritual stuck-ness. She brings out the dreams in me, but also the hindrances to those dreams. I often awake sensing a new aroma on the wind, something my nose tries to follow, and I move closer each day, but so far not reaching it's source. It's something calling me out; picture Mark Metcalf screaming "Whadya wanna do with your life?" Um...
There is still fire in our bellies, no doubt. I hear it in the conversations I have with my online "neighbors", see it in the actions they take and the struggles they face. This change in our spiritual DNA isn't always easy to endure, and requires a retreating into ourselves from time to time, absorbing our new ideas and getting to know our new body. One day, again, we will surface for air and see a new frontier yet again, stretching out beyond where we presently stand, and we will walk, again measuring out territory.
Well, I have been below the surface for some months now, processing some new and newly revealed situations in my life and working at turning my head toward the future and away from the past. Somewhere out there is my new territory.
In case you wondered, I do have some ideas about where that new territory may lie and how I might find it. Stay tuned, this post is already too long, and so I must divide it.
Be encouraged, there is hope on the horizon.
Promise of a New Day I
Promise of a New Day II
Promise of a New Day III
Promise of a New Day IV
Promise of a New Day V
Promise of a New Day: Epilogue
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