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An amazingly beautiful and busy day. 20 mile bike ride, tomatoes planted in the back vegetable bed and a nice church service. Tomorrow looks like mulching and another bike ride.
Best mental reset I’ve learned:
If your mind is loud — Write.
If your mind is empty — Read.
If your mind is racing — Walk.
If your mind is tired — Sleep.
If your mind is sharp — Build.
Most problems are just mismatched energy. Get the inputs right, the rest follows.
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I never thought I would write. I never thought I would lay myself down and open myself up to be seen. I never considered a life lasting disease. Or even a short one.
I wasn’t writing for you. I was writing for me, for healing.
But I gave a copy to my social worker of my poem, “ A Farewell To Breasts” who gave it to a nurse who gave it to a patient and in the small world of my hospital, it went viral.
Now I can’t stop trying to get through this, this, unexpected, unwanted journey. Fear not, we can find joy!
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AI can’t create a soul. But it can counterfeit faith well enough to fool the undiscerning. This post explores how digital tools, if left unchecked, may deform our spiritual habits, displace conviction with convenience, and offer the golden calf of mimicry instead of the living voice of Christ.
What the Devil Can’t Create, He Corrupts
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This Supreme Court is one of the most political in history. Especially Thomas and Scalia. ACB seems to have grown a conscience to some extent and even Kavanaugh has disappointed MAGA somewhat. But this guy… Thomas.. yeah he’s as corrupt as they come. He doesn’t even try to hide it.
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Remember in 2019, when Notre Dame in Paris caught on fire? I am not Catholic, but I still felt sad.
Well, we had a similar incident in Ohio, earlier this week when the St. John the Baptist in Maria Stein burned. This part of Ohio is sometimes called the “Land of the Cross-Tipped Churches”. The small towns are largely Catholic in this…
When humans used to pay attention to detail and there was time to make everything beautiful
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America cannot long remain free, nor first among nations, if it becomes the kind of place where universities are dismantled because they don't align politically with the current head of the government.
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I do remember Carpenter. The Story of Eros and Psyche. But I didn’t read him. He was read to me by a friend in high school. We’d spend hours in his room listening to music, or him reading aloud as I drew. I was the working-class sod and he was the academic. I wrote free verse poetry then, and in flow of consciousness. It’d bring his mother to tears, overlooking I couldn’t spell. His home was my refuge. I don’t think I hid that I loved him very well from her. I was the one to eventually come out…
Wow, Charles…I felt that one. And had a similar refuge and relationship. Good (and scary) times. My friend’s mother knew too. Likely before I did. No promises needed…write what you need to write, as long as it helps you get a better night’s rest. Cheers.
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