tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189744732024-03-07T21:33:30.751-05:00Bear Me Out - the mind of a bearBeartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.comBlogger387125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-91421294444617402262016-03-29T16:23:00.000-04:002016-03-29T16:23:08.206-04:00Ain't Dead YetIt has been years since I posted regularly. I keep thinking I'll get back to it. So much has changed. <br />
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I took early retirement, and so, I'm living on a small pension, cutting expenses, moving in with others (sharing a house), facing some health issues. Limited funds. Savings dwindling. Living with scarcity is not a good place to hang out.<br />
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And it has been a scarcity of soul as well as funds. And that's even scarier.<br />
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The ongoing journey goes on: to love myself, accept myself, choose happiness, find life. To Live on the side of gratitude. To Know that I am beloved, blessed, worthy. Just the same stuff. <br />
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So, some gratitude:<br />
Years ago, I blogged. There was no Facebook. Through reading and being read, I have made a number of friends that have continued into the spheres of other social networking media. I've had the chance to talk, write, meet many folk I'd never know. I am very grateful. Many of you have carried me along in ways you know not.<br />
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As soon as I figure out how to post some pictures, I'll add something illustrative. Since I moved into the Mac world, I ain't figured some stuff out.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-68122344759728421712015-05-06T22:24:00.003-04:002015-05-06T22:24:25.663-04:00Fear, trembling, and new paths ahead<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbWSKbkMmkyNzTq2THOYu-mi83rxBDrPIwzl5QyAFpmaEqaTmTRuz2OuvD1Pc3zfRayyywXxsB5AWeHqYIJHPgBpq-_OTjphKJeSKPgthnsoWKwBTryHcdEKzkj35rjY6fRwX_w/s1600/Pooh+and+Piglet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbWSKbkMmkyNzTq2THOYu-mi83rxBDrPIwzl5QyAFpmaEqaTmTRuz2OuvD1Pc3zfRayyywXxsB5AWeHqYIJHPgBpq-_OTjphKJeSKPgthnsoWKwBTryHcdEKzkj35rjY6fRwX_w/s1600/Pooh+and+Piglet.jpg" height="248" width="320" /></a>I'm getting ready to move, to end a job, to get rid of most of my stuff, and step into something new. And I don't know what it is. I'm trusting i'll know it when I get there.<br />
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So, I'm working through a lot, with a lot of trust, and a large dose of fear and trembling. Ugh.<br />
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Tonight is one of those fear and trembling times, and attempts at trusting, feeble as they may be. Ugh.<br />
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Letting go. Of just about everything -- so it feels right now. And being open to new things (which aren't really "things" at all, that I know).<br />
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So, though there may be few to none who find this blog again, at least I'm writing. And trembling.<br />
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New adventures. Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-89347805599291211802014-07-11T15:15:00.002-04:002014-07-11T15:15:49.112-04:00Backlash<div style="font-family: Helvetica;">
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The fight for Marriage Equality will be won. Maybe it already has been, essentially. Now there is the wait until it moves around the country, state to state.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">While I am happy that it is happening, I don’t know that I want to get married, right away. (Of course, with no partner or even a boyfriend, it will be a wait)! Just because we can (or will be able to) doesn’t mean we should, right away. There is a reason so many straight people are waiting.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Marriage is a legal contract undertaken by, and with, the State. (As a clergyperson, I don’t want to be the officer for anybodies’ weddings, gay or straight. But that’s another matter). It has benefits <i>and</i> responsibilities. It’s really much more than just “I love you.” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><b>The Backlash is coming.</b> People do not fear change so much as they fear <i>loss.</i> And straight white male privilege is crumbling. Many frame it as being “under attack.” And so it is, and needs to be. Retrenchment is taking place. It will be severe.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And, while we may “win” rights to marry, there are so many other “-isms” out there that will tighten up, hunker down, take strangle hold where they can. Sexism. Racism. Patriarchy. Economic privilege. If we want justice, it must be for all. That cause is one we must continue, expand, and embrace.</span></div>
Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-5364460158874083092014-03-28T11:21:00.003-04:002014-03-28T11:21:41.119-04:00Viewing problems; problems viewingNo one can "push our buttons" or "jerk our chains" more than parents, or children. I am sandwiched between both.<br />
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Still in ICU with my father. He can be mean and ugly. So can I.<br />
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In so many ways, we are nothing alike. But of course, actually, we are. Yeah. He brings out the shadow in me. To see it, own it, learn it, accept it: that is the task; to turn that power toward benefit; to use that energy, instead of letting it burn me.<br />
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The view ain't much. But my vision is increasing.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-35894533581577775552014-03-26T19:42:00.000-04:002014-03-26T19:42:36.977-04:00Time outWhen in critical care units, elderly folk sometimes get a little crazy. Or a lot crazy. When one is a little crazy to start with, it can be . . . really interesting. And not always in a funny way. My father does not suffer from dementia, but he is a little crazy. At the best of times, he manages OK. He's able to find the pause button.<br />
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The past two days, not so much. While he has a better side, can be quite engaging and charming, he also has a mean side. With the "ICU psychosis" going on, he doesn't bother with the pause button.<br />
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He is very angry today at me; and being very mean about it. While I know this is about him, and not about me, still it ain't easy to take for long. He has dismissed me from court; "get your queer ass outta here." Oh, well, OK.<br />
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The angry looks, and words, and gestures are all coming from his anger over life, the universe, and everything. It's not about me. In fact, I have been told that I have a really nice queer ass of which to be proud. (That is not an observation he has made, nor do I wish to hear from him).<br />
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Nonetheless, I need to take care of me. While my head understands, my heart hurts. The well-trained, very kind, and competent staff in the critical care unit can take of him for now. I'm taking care of me.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-91574963679266501822014-03-25T21:14:00.000-04:002014-03-25T21:14:05.863-04:00DifficultThe past few months have brought forth in me some serious re-appraisals of life, the universe, and everything. Some big shifts are beginning. And this is a good thing.<br />
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One serious endeavor that I've undertaken is to stop drinking. This has proved to be more than I can handle by shear willpower alone. And I've sought help and found it. This is a good and positive thing. Not what I expected, not where I'd "planned" to be. Does anyone?<br />
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And it has been going well . . . . .<br />
And then, in the way that families seem to work, the spirits move, things shift and other things seem to want to drag you back where you were, doing what you were doing. In Family Systems Theory, if one member of the system seeks to make changes, the other parts of the system will attempt to pull that one back into the established homeostasis. <br />
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It is not conscious, it just happens. Nobody is thinking, "how dare you change." The funny thing is, none of them even know about the changes I've been making. It is the spirits, the humors, the angels, or demons. Who knows which.<br />
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So, my 90 yr. old dad becomes ill and is admitted to the hospital. And gets worse. Now, in a critical care unit<i>. </i>While dementia has not been one of his health problems, he <i>is</i> suffering from some "ICU psychosis;" not so unusual for elderly folk. But it is maddening for me. He wants to leave, but he is not begging. He is demanding. He has always been a demanding sort. Not always a nice guy, really.<br />
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Damn, this is pushing my buttons. Remaining calm, cool, and non-anxious is difficult. And, Oh would I like a drink. Several, actually. But that will only make things worse. That I know. I'm hanging in.<br />
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It's going to be a long night.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-71839751563033592592014-03-22T16:27:00.003-04:002014-03-22T16:27:32.619-04:00And now we begin againWell, friends, it's been years. I am still alive and well, and even better than that. I hope to start blogging again, so thought I might aw well see if I remembered the pass word!<br />
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This being a (somewhat) anonymous blog, there are things I feel safer sharing than on, say, Facebook (oh, the scourge of it).<br />
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Finally, I accepted myself as gay, around 2004. Separated from my wife in 2007. Came out at work in January 2010. What a decade this has been. I have learned so much, and learning still. Experiencing so much.<br />
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Always there are thresholds to cross; the closet threshold was a major step. But there were more, and are more.<br />
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The latest threshold in into sobriety. More later. Cheers.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-34652540606798601592012-06-09T13:58:00.000-04:002012-06-09T13:58:25.582-04:00Why would I follow this?Sorry to have been away from posting for so long. Life gets busy, and Facebook gets in the way, too. <br />
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Today, I got this comment message. Sadly, it's "anonymous", but perhaps a response here may be helpful.<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "</span><a href="http://mindthebear.blogspot.com/2012/03/still-there-home-soon.html" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">Still there. Home soon</a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">": </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hi. I was going to follow you, but read on your bio that you are a christian. For the life of me, I cant understand (on any spiritual level), why you would follow this faith? With so much more spiritual (kindly) leanings, why? I have nothing against you at all, but I would like an answer from a Gay person. It feels to me like there has to be a strong submissiveness in you? I mean you only kindness. I hope you understand. </span></blockquote>
First let me say I am grateful for your kindness and understand your dilemma. But, trust me honey. I'm as gay as it gets. I'm happy to chat. I'm not what you seem to think.<br />
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The public face of Christianity in this country (maybe in the world) is of those who make the most noise, get on TV more, make headlines. The loudest voices are the ranting, brain-dead, fundamentalist. The Roman Catholic Church with its sad patriarchy and rigid theology makes the press, too.<br />
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That's not all there is. Many times, I wonder if some of those noisy, condemning, rigid, judgmental asses even believe in the same God I do. But there I go being the rigid, judgmental one. Hmmmn. It ain't easy.<br />
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I, too, sometimes fear calling myself a "Christian" because of the comment (and judgment) such a claim elicits. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say "I'm a Jesus-Follower."<br />
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But, dear anonymous, please know that being Christian <i>does not mean </i>being stupidly submissive to a rigid set of rules and judgments. It doesn't mean that to me, or for me, or in me. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It is a call to use my mind, to struggle with the Holy One of Being in deep relationship, and to live a life of acceptance, love, peace, and justice. I can't do those things without that relationship.<br />
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I do not feel smugly superior or have some "product" that I want to sell you or think you "need." I will say (and I think I hear it from you) that as human beings we are spiritual journeyers. And, I don't place judgments on what spiritual journey you may be on.<br />
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I don't know that I can or need to justify to you why I am Christian. It's not (for me) something to "convince you" to accept or a debate to "win." I believe true Christianity is very kind, gentle, challenging, frustrating, joyful, and life-giving. I can sure understand how that may be very difficult to see in the public face that is put forth by so many who call themselves Christian.<br />
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It's not about submission, but surrender. It's not about rigid religion but relationship with the Holy. It's not about judgment, but justice. It's not about loathing, but love. Well, that's as alliterative as I can handle. Most spiritual journeys are about those things. But any of them can get really f#$%d up.<br />
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Let's talk more. Don't dismiss me out of hand. My email's in the profile.<br />
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<br />Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-32847067787283363002012-03-07T12:52:00.001-05:002012-03-07T12:52:39.025-05:00Still there. Home soon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Lh8J1JZ0YCyV7RBMovIzeaE5O9Vs96hxZ8mY6R2hIEh7Bti6CkCW1xtsBZlHQqlUVVUqzIvvwSVljaz9iuqIlKN2AwWBbGx5w-rhVp2kTvmqY0K_B8e1X0rWb6XU3xKuiKO0rQ/s1600/P2160018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Lh8J1JZ0YCyV7RBMovIzeaE5O9Vs96hxZ8mY6R2hIEh7Bti6CkCW1xtsBZlHQqlUVVUqzIvvwSVljaz9iuqIlKN2AwWBbGx5w-rhVp2kTvmqY0K_B8e1X0rWb6XU3xKuiKO0rQ/s320/P2160018.JPG" width="320" /></a>I'm still in South Africa and been <a href="http://wildsabbatical.wordpress.com/">blogging about my trip</a>. It's been quite a journey. Spiritual and otherwise.<br />
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While I won't say it on the other blog, I can say it here: There are some really woofy men in South Africa! I've not gotten to know any personally, but I can observe and rejoice in the wonders of Creation!<br />
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On an outing today, to a beachside town, while admiring, a little "woof" escaped my lips. One of the brothers with me just said, "down boy. Behave yourself." Good to have understanding monks.<br />
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Cheers, all.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-70289196487751646072012-02-08T04:53:00.004-05:002012-02-08T04:53:46.647-05:00I'm thereI made it. I'm in South Africa!<br />
You may want to check out my goings on here: <a href="http://wildsabbatical.wordpress.com/">Wild Sabbatical</a><br />
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The new blog is open to the world while The Mind of a Bear continues to be anonymous. Help me out with this and don't cross-reference things. Though all are welcome to read and comment. Though it may be boring.<br />
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Cheers all.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-30247020967551836682012-02-01T23:42:00.001-05:002012-02-01T23:42:11.080-05:00PreparationsOn Friday, I leave for six weeks in South Africa. Imagine. I can't.<br />
I'll be staying on the outskirts of <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Grahamstown,+Eastern+Cape,+South+Africa&hl=en&ll=-33.513919,26.18042&spn=2.049487,4.023743&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=61.19447,128.759766&oq=grahamstown,+South+A&hnear=Grahamstown,+Western+District,+Eastern+Cape,+South+Africa&t=m&z=9">Grahamstown</a>.<br />
Because of the strangeness of my job, I get to do things like this. There is even a special fund that is paying for this. This is grace. I am grateful. It will save my life.<br />
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Today has been another flurry of activity getting things ready.<br />
Shots at the health dept. (which I should have done 3 weeks ago).<br />
Some footwear for me (not easy to find what you want in a size 14D).<br />
Contact and chats with some friends.<br />
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I got my ear pierced. Just one - the right one.<br />
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Now, if you've read this blog, you may remember several years back, I had another <a href="http://mindthebear.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-believe-it-but-i-did.html">piercing</a>, but in a place nobody could see (unless invited, so to speak). {Sadly, it is no longer in place; and still missed.}<br />
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But the ear, ah, that's a public piercing. It makes a different kind of statement.<br />
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I am "on sabbatical" till the end of March. When I go back to my usual place of employment, I hope to have the courage to keep it in. There will be pressure to take it out. But, for two months, at least, I can play.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-76420456482361398922012-01-31T08:30:00.001-05:002012-01-31T08:30:49.931-05:00Sacred DanceHere is a post from Richard Rohr. His writings have been teaching me a lot, of late. Not your typical friar, he. Unexpected, perhaps. I am, too, I think.<br />
The original is <a href="http://myemail.constantcontact.com/Daily-Meditation--Living-a-Whole-Life----Jan--31--2012.html?soid=1103098668616&aid=UwUMFPy1GKs">here</a>.<br />
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I am seeking to move more deeply into my Sacred Dance. <br />
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Bill Plotkin speaks of the first half of life as doing our “survival dance.” The second half of life can then become our “sacred dance.” Most of us never get beyond our survival dance to ask the deep concerns of the soul (we are too busy “saving” our souls, whatever that means!) to do our sacred dance. Money, status symbols, group identity, and security are of limited value, but to the soul they are a distraction, and finally they become the very problem itself.</div>
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However, don’t misunderstand me—and I say this as strongly as I can—you’ve got to go through this first half of life and its concerns. Every level of growth builds on the previous ones. The principle is this<em>: transcendence means including the previous stages</em>. Then you can see the limited—but real—value of the early stages. But you will no longer put too much energy into just looking good, making money, feeling secure at all costs, and making sure you are right and others are wrong. That’s what it means to grow up, and Christians need to grow up just like everybody else.</div>
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Adapted from <em><a href="http://store.cacradicalgrace.org/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=SP-C-38&Category_Code=&Store_Code=CFAAC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Loving the Two Halves of Life: The Further Journey</a></em><br />(<a href="http://store.cacradicalgrace.org/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=SP-C-38&Category_Code=&Store_Code=CFAAC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">CD</a>/<a href="http://store.cacradicalgrace.org/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=SP-D-38&Category_Code=&Store_Code=CFAAC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">DVD</a>/<a href="http://store.cacradicalgrace.org/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=SP-M-38&Category_Code=&Store_Code=CFAAC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">MP3</a>). See also Fr. Richard’s latest book,<br /><em><a href="http://fallingupwardbook.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life</a></em></div>
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Time spent being quiet, being still, just being. At least that's the very minimal plan so far in place.<br />
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Tonight, after a very long day, and some very tough news, I've been a bit whiny. <br />
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Grateful, I am. Very grateful.<br />
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Of course, I'd also like to tell you about the incredibly sexy, hunky roofer I was watching, while I ate lunch. As I walked out of the eating place, he spoke to me. Ooooh. Had he been watching my watching? We chatted. that's all. But I had to adjust my britches a bit.<br />
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What a day.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-40401128988578102172012-01-15T20:16:00.000-05:002012-01-15T20:16:11.355-05:00Yes.You might not think it like me, and if you knew me well, you might really wonder about such. But it's true. Yes. I am.<br />
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I am going on Sabbatical for the months of February and March 2012. The thing that may seem odd is indeed odd. At least it feels so to me. Who would ever have thought that I would do such a thing? Such a thing as this, I mean. It's not what you'd expect if you knew me. <br />
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But then, if you <i>really</i> know me, maybe it isn't so odd. In all these years, I wouldn't have thought myself capable of such. <br />
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I know what you're thinking. "Why does this guy get a sabbatical and I don't?" Well, it's complicated, I suppose. But this line of work can be taxing in ways that no other line of work can be. Not many, anyway. And, I don't get to go to conferences in luxurious places or even business travel. And, I work just about <i>every</i> f&%$~"g weekend <i>and</i> holiday. Plus some other odd hours. It isn't about the time spent in work as much as the intensity and nature of it. It requires not much physical labor, but an inordinate amount of emotional labor.<br />
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I'm awed, excited, honored, and terrified.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-71671196970946103052012-01-08T20:38:00.001-05:002012-01-08T20:38:57.005-05:00The Turning of the YearHappy New Year.<br />
Moving in to the new year with much on my plate, I keep waiting for the "semester break." That's the time when all the tests are done, papers handed in, etc., and so forth. It's all <i>done</i>. And you can just relax. (Of course, my last semester break was precisely 30 years ago in my last year of graduate school.)<br />
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Then something new starts. From the beginning. Not so life. It keeps going and thing don't just "end." They just get extended or put-off, or they just keep going. Why have I not caught on to this pattern?<br />
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Anyway, the journey continues.<br />
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Here's wishing all blessings, new discoveries, liveliness, goodness, gratitude, and joy in the big '12!<br />
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Cheers!Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-63330528613117676222011-12-27T22:04:00.001-05:002011-12-27T22:04:57.981-05:00AllToday is a good day. They aren't all, but today is. <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/deo%20gratias">DG</a>.<br />
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I've said it before, and it <i>is</i> difficult to explain or expound upon, but it is so true . . .<br />
Coming Out is the most intense spiritual journey of my life. All of it. I could never have imagined. Still can't. It is still unfolding, as it always will be.<br />
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The Holy One of Being does not <i>demand</i> all. Except when the Holy One does. For me, it seems necessary. To give all. As my spiritual director said, we must hand all over - in thanksgiving. The Holy One blesses all; and returns to us that which we need.<br />
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I know that I must. Well, it isn't that I <i>must.</i> It's just that I must.<br />
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It is all about 'Letting Go'.<br />
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"It is only to empty hands that all may be given." You must lose your life, to find it. You must give, to receive. You must die, to live. <b>Shit. </b>This I do not like. Not one bit. I am screaming and crying and squirming - big time.<br />
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And I am laughing, too. At myself. I know that it's true. I know that I must. I hope that I will. And there is that part of me that wants to. Really.<br />
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I suppose there is good reason the 12 Steps have always appealed to me - there is such deep spirituality there.<br />
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I know. This seems a bit random. 'Spose it is. But it is what it is.<br />
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On this night of the Third Day of Christmas, as we move toward the Turning of the Year, may there be grace and peace to you and your house.<br />
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Cheers.<br />
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Oh, I'm on facebook now, too. <a href="mailto:beartoast@gmail.com"> Email</a> me if you're interested.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-27720260642656442282011-12-22T22:54:00.002-05:002011-12-22T23:17:25.492-05:00SolsticeI'm waiting for the light.<br />
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This season of the year is quite tough for me. And, things are looking up.<br />
The religious celebrations of a Christian sort help me make it through, though I know many gay brothers and sisters do not countenance stuff that has to do with "Christianity" or the church. And I deeply understand that. No one need tell me about the church or "Christianity" and what it has meant, done, inflicted upon, etc., our kind.<br />
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Being Christian, though, in the very liberal fashion in which I claim that title, ain't so bad. There is a deeper Truth underneath the religiosity and practice of many who have hurt us, and do hurt us, and will defame and shame and injure and speak ill of us. Really; there is a deeper Truth there. for me, it is worth it.<br />
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And, as I work for a religious non-profit, I'm deeply rooted in the Tradition. And it's more than you think. As the appointed leader of said religious non-profit, I came out almost two years ago. And I'm still here, and we are actually growing and (in small ways) flourishing. The story is beyond amazing and unexpected and grace-filled. The Truth and the Practice of many is far beyond the idiocy and hypocrisy and hate-filled-practice of some. It's true.<br />
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One odd (quite odd) and blessed thing that comes to me in my 'employment' is the chance for some extended time away. It's called a <i>sabbatical.</i> And now it seems I will be graced with one. February and March. Time will be spent in meditation and contemplation with some monks (most of whom are gay, I think). I'll be welcomed and accepted and given time for work and prayer and no one cares that I am gay. I am hoping it will be a time of further transformation.<br />
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In South Africa. Can you imagine? I am only just beginning to.<br />
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The next few days will be very busy for me. So, Cheers, Shalom, and Merry Christmas to all.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS: I've got so much Celtic blood in me (it's true) now I understand why I want to paint myself blue and dance naked around a mistletoe-laden oak tree. Huzzah!</span>Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-53590347060124899612011-12-01T21:16:00.001-05:002011-12-01T21:44:38.643-05:00I Lost ItI went to get a prescription refilled this evening, after a meeting at work. "I'm sorry, this requires pre-authorization."<br />
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So, right there, at the counter in the Pharmacy, I called the company that handles prescription coverage for my health insurance. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">I won't mention the name, but its initials are Medco. </span>After talking to their computer for a while, I finally got a live person. (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After talking with me, I hope she did not have to take a personal day, dissolving into tears, running screaming from the building.)</span> <br />
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I was furious. Livid. Fit-to-be-tied. Outraged. (What words could you add to this list?) While civil, I don't think you could say I was polite. I apologized to the person on the other end of the phone, saying that I knew it was not her fault. I knew that she was just doing her job, (and being polite about it). I told her that . . . . . . and then told her how furious/outraged/angry/livid I was about this <i>system. </i>I was ready to occupy something, and it would not be a pretty sight.<br />
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And, you wouldn't believe what a nice, mild-mannered, usually calm person I am. Most of the time.<br />
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So, I have to call the drug lords of insurance-land to be told a telephone number that I must give to the doctor's office, so that the doctor's office may call it to get a form faxed to them (the Doc's office) that must then be completed and returned to the prescription barons. Then the headless wonders of prescription hell can decide if it's really what I should have, a legitimate drug, a real need, and whether they will pay for it. After all, the doctor's office has <i>so </i>much spare time, and <i>so </i>many extra employees just sitting around. And, the doc doesn't know her arse from a hole in the ground - how could she possibly know what to prescribe for me.<br />
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When you go to your doctor, does she routinely give you random, expensive, useless prescriptions usually prescribed for symptoms and ailments that you do not have? Perhaps many doctors do. Do they?<br />
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I talked tonight with <i>four </i>different persons at the drug castle. (I apologized and warned them in advance.) The third person with whom I spoke was in the <i>pre-authorization department.</i> Then, he transferred me to a pharmacist in the pre-authorization department. Who only works in the pre-authorization department. They have<b><i> pre-authorization pharmacists?!</i></b> Who knew?<br />
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This is all to save us money. Pre-authorization departments. Doctor's offices with staff members who do nothing but make calls and file forms with pre-authorization departments. To save us money?<br />
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The hilarity of it continues: it was an old, generic drug. Not like the doc is getting pay-offs from the drug company on this one.<br />
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Opening a bottle of wine was the best decision of the night. I'm better now. A bit.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-41674099885321760552011-11-18T09:46:00.001-05:002011-11-18T09:55:43.937-05:00Cold Front with SunThere may be a lot to barometric pressure and its effect on one's mood. Or not.<br />
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These ups and downs seem rather high <i>and </i>low. And, without medications stemming the slide, I can get into quite a funk. But then, today is much better. I'm really felling it all. As I've said before (quoting a wise friend from years ago) "If you can't feel it, you can't heal it." So now comes the work of healing it.<br />
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Many thanks for supportive words from folk in the blogosphere.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-40595009335520384192011-11-13T20:25:00.001-05:002011-11-13T20:44:41.868-05:00Fear and LonelinessWith a couple of days off, right now, a rarity for me, and with a tiny bit saved up, I thought of having an adventure. But I haven't done it. I got so close to booking a room. And then closed the browser. What is my problem?<br />
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At first, I feared I was again isolating myself. I think I'm adjusting to life alone. And it's been lonely. I've been lonely. I am lonely. Even getting up the nerve to call a friend has been tough. But talking isn't always what I want to do. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW29lS5ypcgieRZXiSiV3FbmEvdOZRyk5IT14WS-_fFYZDBkmwU5KIr4GOuPCDeSs6miiqxXDvmfHPHWLTIMmTuwrwHkDgRqTfJUs8a9PrctZ9-XUA1xF2tTmlPd1E1nHUFSWqgA/s1600/CNV00049+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW29lS5ypcgieRZXiSiV3FbmEvdOZRyk5IT14WS-_fFYZDBkmwU5KIr4GOuPCDeSs6miiqxXDvmfHPHWLTIMmTuwrwHkDgRqTfJUs8a9PrctZ9-XUA1xF2tTmlPd1E1nHUFSWqgA/s320/CNV00049+%25282%2529.JPG" width="238" /></a>There are some reasons for not traveling too far (or at all); but are they <i>reasons</i> or just <i>lame excuses</i>? Living into the loneliness, leaning into the fear are things I do not want to do; but that may be exactly what's necessary. As Annie Dillard said (I think): <b>we have to ride the monsters all the way down.</b><br />
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This is not the ride I'd like to be on, right now.<br />
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I am surviving, doing OK, really. Perhaps I simply need to grow up some. I've lived out of fear most of my life - so transition ain't so easy. But not impossible.<br />
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There <i>is </i>much that needs doing around the house: cleaning, straightening, sorting, moving; things to make this house feel more like home. That may be the more responsible thing to do. And to pray/meditate/contemplate. And a day trip may be in order.<br />
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I'll have another time for a big adventure. Maybe I'll have someone to go with me.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-62660073944497176932011-11-06T18:01:00.001-05:002011-11-06T18:01:16.403-05:00Here, and notA rough patch of work has kept me exhausted and weary. It has been hard to focus and get through it all. Forgive my absence. Maybe it's time to end blogging - but then, maybe not. I'll hang in a bit longer and see how it goes.<br />
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I'm in the kind of work that involves a great deal of emotional labor. Not much heavy lifting or physical stuff, but a lot of emotional work that can be very exhausting. And, with that, it's not something that one can "leave at the office" very easily; and it involves a schedule that is anything but "9 to 5."<br />
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I've taken little time off and certainly not two days together. Even days off end up having just one little thing with work. Others do it, I'm not the only one in this line of work. I just don't seem to handle it very well, sometimes. I'm looking to take a few days off next week - three. But what will I do with them? I can't afford much, but I'm going somewhere.<br />
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And there's not much other news about anything - or anyone. Am I capable of handling a relationship? Entering in to a relationship? Maintaining a relationship? I'm having my doubts . . . . . . But I'm still hoping. Cheers, till next time.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-75215933093873941962011-10-19T21:19:00.000-04:002011-10-19T21:19:05.327-04:00Alive, and pissed . . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqQ1d_nNXtZdoFufdfwj7KzJ0h6XiEtceP4TEYI0b-ba9o9QZsrQ6j0R5vSXDdAPoZ3hFn3U2taHLTDqCPPmZ2WkO9gpFpZnQELnhA3jAgYR8s019nTnlP2_-PqncvvLgDxb0dA/s1600/West+Rose.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqQ1d_nNXtZdoFufdfwj7KzJ0h6XiEtceP4TEYI0b-ba9o9QZsrQ6j0R5vSXDdAPoZ3hFn3U2taHLTDqCPPmZ2WkO9gpFpZnQELnhA3jAgYR8s019nTnlP2_-PqncvvLgDxb0dA/s320/West+Rose.bmp" width="320" /></a>I've not been online to read blogs, let alone post something. <br />
Won't say I've not been online . . . . <br />
never mind.<br />
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There are times I feel angry. Just angry. . . . . at the world, myself, who-knows-what. I'm that way right now. It's been a good day, but I'm feeling a bit pissed.<br />
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Working in the religious non-profit sector, I was (finally) dissed for being (somewhat) Christian AND gay. Having posted something on a rather free-thinking, free-spirited group, I got somebody really pissed at me about that. OK. It's happening. I'm all right with it, but it's just not happened before. I've had it so easy in so many ways.<br />
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Really. Of course, I've had my own struggles, but coming out has been easier. Maybe there are parts that will get more difficult. We'll see.<br />
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More on that later. Cheers, allBeartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-55580328193167153732011-09-30T12:28:00.000-04:002011-09-30T12:28:06.123-04:00Spo Shirt, Beer City, BLURP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The amazing Spo Shirt Tour visited one of our local breweries. No, the picture is not about dogs or science, but the Lexington Avenue Brewery (known locally as the Lab). You see, our fair city is <a href="http://aleheads.com/2011/09/14/beer-city-usa/">Beer City USA</a>. Really. I didn't make that up.<br />
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So, even though we didn't stop in for a brew, we stopped by for a picture. My crappy camera doesn't focus, so forgive the fuzziness of the picture. I make no apologize about my natural fuzziness.<br />
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Tonight, I'm going with friend D for supper and a movie. This week is the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AshevilleQfest">QFest film festival </a>in our fair city. Should be great fun.<br />
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Tomorrow is our local Pride celebration, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Blue-Ridge-Pride/93478202856">BLURP</a>. I'm volunteering at a couple of booths throughout the day. Too windy to wear my kilt, I fear. Could get me into trouble. More trouble.<br />
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Life goes on. And with gratitude, I'm making it, a day at a time. Today's a good day.<br />
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Cheers all.Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-33153029436799619232011-09-19T17:02:00.000-04:002011-09-19T17:08:20.486-04:00Spo Shirt Tour<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHqJNqV7ZphrR2SB1EsLsKTX3DVeFm8bFY7-bS3zV2TsnzkMXWYUwtH7QwocKa0qZ6Bez_Lv10xjGNTN0k1z18Ys8rEGf-N28zo3BEqGxtQZGQpk55kOsBUnQwtTm6cTy2D1nCQ/s1600/IMAG0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpHqJNqV7ZphrR2SB1EsLsKTX3DVeFm8bFY7-bS3zV2TsnzkMXWYUwtH7QwocKa0qZ6Bez_Lv10xjGNTN0k1z18Ys8rEGf-N28zo3BEqGxtQZGQpk55kOsBUnQwtTm6cTy2D1nCQ/s320/IMAG0020.JPG" width="179" /></a>The <a href="http://sporeflections.wordpress.com/spo-shirt-charity-tour/">Famous Spo Shirt</a> arrived and has now paraded around town. I'm not used to being in such bright, colorful attire!<br />
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In our first photo, I'm in from of our famous, art deco City Building. Though the sun was out, it was a chilly day!<br />
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As my computer is acting up and may not be able to handle much today, I'll add some posts with a few other pictures.<br />
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And, as my camera is <i>really awful</i> and doesn't seem to focus well, I ask your forgiveness on the pix. It was not the photographer (friend D.S.).<br />
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OH! The Spo Shirt also made an entry into Sean's <a href="http://idleeyesandadormy.com/2011/09/12/undie-monday-119/">Undie Monday</a>. Check it out. Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18974473.post-84022395705505704342011-09-11T22:45:00.000-04:002011-09-11T22:45:02.725-04:00SeptemberanceRemembering the events of ten years ago has been sad. Really sad. Forgiveness is a tough thing, sometimes. <br />
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Then again, sometimes, it is the <em>only</em> thing.<br />
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Islam is not the enemy. <em>Religion</em> isn't even the enemy (though it's easy to say so.)Extremism, absolutism, and fanaticism - they are the enemies. Those who feel so strongly about being <em>right</em> are the ones who think they must punish those who are not like them.<br />
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If we do not behave in a very different way, if we do not embrace forgiveness, we become like them. It is so easy to do.<br />
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"They" did not win. The attacks of the 11th of September, 2001, did not succeed. There only success will be if we become like them.<br />
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Even if we do not <em>feel</em> very forgiving, we must live it on the outside, until we can embrace it on the inward side. Then . . . . .<br />
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Love wins. Beartoasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629488754337171368noreply@blogger.com6