To be totally honest, I’m a bit annoyed that I’m even writing about this. I’m typically not one to care much about getting in line or subscribing to mass hysteria. But I think in light of recent events I’d be foolish not to at least share my thoughts on it. Not that it has me concerned in any way shape or form, but with the news of the Corona Virus came all sorts of somewhat “new” things to think about. I’m sure I’m not the only one. I’m sure many others have found themselves in thought at the impact of what could be and what that would mean.
Tag: faith
Every once in a while I come across something that I think is unique. Stands out to me as different and catches my attention. I’ve never personally met Jay Cookingham or his wife Christine; but she recently passed away, and he has been sharing their story on FaceBook.
I’ve been on FaceBook a long time now. Seen many posts of people who have passed away. Few that I’ve known. Some are a shock. Others are an extended reminder of the pain this life holds at times. People offer their condolences then generally it’s put out of mind. But this has been different. This has been anything but ordinary. And after following the posts over the last few weeks, it became increasingly clear why.
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I’m a bit weird. Admittedly so. Especially when it comes to music. I’m not specific in the genres of music I listen to, per se, but I have to feel the music, or my mind simply rejects it. From the beat, to the vocals, etc. the person singing it has to be committed for it to be good, imo. For instance, I once saw a band up on stage singing a sad song, yet they were all smiles; and I thought, these people are just glad to be here; but I could hear it in the music, it was a sad song, the lyrics were sad, but they weren’t, and it came across in their music.
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The dead mans hand. Most of the time you’ll know it when you’re dealt it. Other times, it will elude you until at last it reveals itself and the sharp prick of what it means will pierce your heart, like ice.
Takes the wind out of you.
Hold your breath, hoping the cards will change. Whisper a prayer in an effort to curb the outcome. Try as you may, the results are the same. Only one thing to do once those cards been dealt.
Play them.
You know what they mean. Everyone knows. The death cards. End game. It’s over. Time to pay your due and cash in.
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Thanksgiving is in nine days. Nine days from now people will be gathering together with their families, eating food, and talking about the things they’re thankful for. Happens every year here in the U.S. .
I say in the U.S., because for some reason this was the first year it occurred to me that not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving. I know, I know. I judged me too. As well as, gave myself all sorts of internal smacks in the head for not thinking. It was a Scooby. Totally got me to thinking….wait, so other countries don’t take a moment to be thankful for anything? Other places on the globe don’t have a national holiday dedicated to the thoughtfulness and appreciation of their life and the people that are in it? How sad.
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He sat in my chair fiddling with his keys as he went on about how he didn’t understand what he had done wrong, why she was upset, and what he could do. As he talked, I just listened. Then he looked up at me and said, “I just don’t get it”.
I looked at him, and said matter of factly, “The weather changed”.
His face was the look of confusion as I could see his mind attempt to process what I had just said. “What does the weather have to do with anything I just said”, he asked.
Nothing. And everything.
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I can remember as a child hearing about being careful who I chose to be friends with. That […]
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In 2006 Mel Gibson co-produced and directed a movie called, “Apocalypto”. The story takes place around the year […]
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Ever get used to the way something is, not out of choice but necessity? Like, you know something […]
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Years ago I was given a book written by James Allen called, “As a Man Thinketh”. It was […]
