1.4.2020 – one to give away

one to give away
piece of my mind, peace of mind
one out there to find

Easy to see which one is which.

I am going to give him a ‘piece of my mind!’

I am searching for ‘peace of mind.”

Flip it.

I can give you peace of mind.

I am searching for a piece of my mind.

I lose my mind often enough.

Often at work I ask friends, “I think I have lost my mind. Have you seen it? It’s gray, about the size of a football.”‘

I can search for my mind.

Who can give peace of mind?

Mr. Emerson said, ” Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.”

Saint Paul writes, “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (Letter to the Philippians 4:7)

Told that such a peace exists, I am ready to drop everything and start that search.

I want it.

My brain screams for it.

There is a catch,

This peace isn’t there to be found.

It is a gift.

A gift from God.

“Rejoice”, writes Paul, “Do not be anxious about anything!”

Anything?

ANYTHING!

Peace of mind.

It is there … for the accepting.

Someone is making this harder than it has to be.

Must be me.

1.1.2020 – complex, demanding

complex, demanding
the road to understanding
fascinating trip

The road less traveled?

The path not taken?

The sound of the different drummer?

On this first day of new year and new decade (or not depending on how you see the calendar).

Yes to all three.

Understanding the less traveled road.

Understanding the path not taken.

Understanding the different drummer.

All takes effort.

I am not thinking here of earth shaking, life changing decisions.

I am thinking here about what I like.

I am thinking about two things actually.

I came across this combination of words in a cookbook (The Outlaw Cook by John Thorne) in an essay about a spice store.

Thorne writes, “The difference between the simple knowledge of a craft and its mastery is the difference between ingestion and a very long period of digestion. … The road to such an understanding [of the spice trade] is complex, demanding and ultimately fascinating.”

Some years ago I decided I was going to figure out the game of Cricket.

Once beyond a basic grasp of the rules, I learned I was a long way from understanding the game.

But I was hooked and my fascinating trip continues.

Why?

I can’t remember why I took up with cricket but later I read this bit of C.S. Lewis in the Screw Tape Letters.

Writing as a senior Devil or Tempter to new recruit, Screwtape says, “I would make it a rule to eradicate from my patient any strong personal taste which is not actually a sin, even if it is something quite trivial such as a fondness for county cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa. Such things, I grant you, have nothing of virtue in them; but there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them which I distrust. The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring twopence what other people say about it, is by that very fact fore-armed against some of our subtlest modes of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favour of the “best” people, the “right” food, the “important” books.”

I can grasp the search for understanding of things that have nothing of virtue in them, but a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness inherent in them.

A complex and demanding road to understanding something with a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about it.

Fascinating.

December 31 – At end of the year

At end of the year
At end of this last decade
where are my footprints?

Paging through a book on Mount Everest, I came across these two photos taken by Edmund Hillary.

The 1st photo was of the summit ridge, the path to the top of Mount Everest.

Hillary was within 300 feet of the top.

When Hillary took the photo, no one in recorded history had walked there before.

The 2nd photo is the same shot but a couple of hours later.

Pretty much the same view, but for one thing.

Footprints.

Fifty years ago footprints were also left on the Moon.

From the last year, from the last decade, where are my footprints?

My thoughts immediately go where, but to the beach.

10 years ago, I had never heard of Tybee.

Yesterday, when Leslie and I had a day to ourselves, I asked her, “Why AREN’T we going to Tybee?”

Left lots of footprints.

All them, washed away in seconds.

I am okay with that.

December 30 – If I have only

If I have only
one life, let me live it as ….
you fill in the blank.

A … blonde?

In 1961 a copywriter named Shirley Polykoff was working for the Foote, Cone & Belding advertising agency on the Clairol hair-dye account when she came up with the line: “If I’ve only one life, let me live it as a blonde!” In a single slogan she had summed up what might be described as the secular side of the Me Decade. “If I’ve only one life, let me live it as a—!” (You have only to fill in the blank.)

So wrote Tom Wolfe in his New York Magazine Essay, The “Me” Decade and the Third Great Awakening, August 23, 1976.

The ‘Me Decade’ refers to the 1970’s.

I was 10 years old.

I can verify I was pretty self indulgent.

But I was born blonde.

How do I answer the question today?