Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 23 Aug 2019 21:14:23 GMT
<==Glory==>
On Taylor Swift's new album, Lover, there is a song entitled, "Soon You'll Get Better". It features The Dixie Chicks.
In the song I heard, "... so, Jesus, now I pray to you..."
That line got me thinking about my prayer to Jesus today. I can find only one prayer, "Thy will be done."
Standing here, palms open to the sky, tears streaming, "Please, Jesus. I'm here. This body can move things. I can love people. Use me, as thou whilst."
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 31 Aug 2018 02:41:53 GMT
<==Glory==>
The Pachelbel Canon is the world's magic chord progression. I usually listen to it on repeat when I decide it's a good day for it. Here's my goto recording:
Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan used to end his spiritual seminars with a sing-along to the tune of the Pachelbel Canon with "Hallelujah" as the only lyrics. He'd start with four Hallelujahs per bar, and then lead us in singing along with two Hallelujahs per bar, finally adding a descant part. Here's my quick Garage Band recording of that (37 seconds):
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Mon, 29 Jan 2018 22:32:15 GMT
<==Quote==>
"I am a soul, currently living in a human body in a landmass called America, on a water planet circling an average star near the outside of a galaxy in a universe that is part of a manifest creation. I wonder about the reality where that creation is a single quark." -- Bill St. Clair
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Wed, 03 Jan 2018 12:49:14 GMT
<==Poetry==>
by Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
And after a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you can endure. . .
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn. . .
With every goodbye, you learn.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 16 Oct 2016 15:01:06 GMT
<==Glory==>
At the farmer's market yesterday morning, there was a lady from the local hospital offering to give away a cheap jumprope and water bottle to anybody who would jump for one minute. I did it, but boy was I out of breath afterwards. I did it using the skipping method, not hopping up and down with both feet.
I thought I was in pretty good shape, from walking and bicycle riding every day, but one minute jumping rope showed me that I was fooling myself.
The rope is now hanging on my bedroom door, where I will hopefully see it and jump every day, the hard way. I did 15 jumps this morning. In a couple of weeks, that should be a hundred, and I'll be in much better aerobic shape for it.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 21 Jan 2016 18:52:00 GMT
<==Glory==>
I went shopping last Sunday at the local Stop & Shop, the place I usually go for stuff I can't get at the local health food store. They had a large bin full of big-as-a-kid stuffed animals. An elephant followed me home. My brother-in-law named him Garth. He makes me smile every time I look at him. Welcome to my home, Garth.
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Fri, 27 Nov 2015 01:43:13 GMT
<==Glory==>
Last Sunday morning, while out bicycling, I lost my iPhone 6. It was in a hip holster, clipped to my belt. I didn't notice it missing until leaving the store, a couple of miles from home. Find My iPhone didn't get a ping from it, so I figured it was either broken, or stolen by someone who had turned it off, but I retraced my ride, looking for it carefully. No luck. When nobody had tried to notify me within a few hours, I went to the Apple store (where my son works), paid off the remainder of my AT&T Next plan, and got a new iPhone 6S Plus. I had wanted to do this in September, when the 6S was introduced, but didn't think it was worth the money. Losing my year-old phone was a forcing function.
As part of investigating what it would cost to pay off the phone, I chatted online with an AT&T agent.
Me: I lost my iPhone...
AT&T: I hope you're having an amazing day.
Me: Well, it was more amazing before I lost my phone.
The AT&T person apologized, but I got a good chuckle.
I got a new holster for the new iPhone, but in order to make it less likely that this will happen again, I bought 50 feet of paracord with 5 side-release buckles, and followed these instructions to make a bracelet long enough to secure the holster to my belt (using 12 of those 50 feet).
Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 15 Oct 2015 13:54:30 GMT
<==Glory==>
See that beautiful little girl with the puppy at the top of the page? Well, she's all growed up. Will be nineteen in a month. When I left my wife of 24 years, I left her, too, but I do my best to see her at least every other week. This week she's spent a couple of nights in my spare bedroom. Lucky me! Here's a recent photo of her, taken by the extraordinary Jane Feldman.
