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The NASCAR world is always full of speculation, and things are no different since Rick Hendrick signed Kasey Kahne. Mark Martin says he’ll drive another year? Will he drive for Hendrick? What, oh what, will Kasey do next year? Everyone knows Jimmie and Jeffy aren’t going anywhere.
But no one has stated the obvious: Junior is going to drive the 3 car for Richard Childress. He’s going to drive it in the One-Step-Down race on July 2 at Daytona to honor his famous father. And in time, Richard Childress will announce that he’s going to drive the Number 3 Cup car next year. There’s room for you, Kasey Kahne. You mark my words.
You heard it first at Windows Toward the World.
One of the arguments we often use for not writing is this: “I have nothing original to say. Whatever I might say, someone else has already said it, and better than I will ever be able to.” This, however, is not a good argument for not writing. Each human person is unique and original, and nobody has lived what we have lived. Furthermore, what we have lived, we have lived not just for ourselves but for others as well. Writing can be a very creative and invigorating way to make our lives available to ourselves and to others.
We have to trust that our stories deserve to be told. We may discover that the better we tell our stories the better we will want to live them.
Today is Poem In Your Pocket Day. Today I am NOT going out to share the contents of my pocket. In fact, the pants I am wearing right now have no pocket. What to do? What to do?
My virtual pocket to the rescue, here is the poem I’d put in my pocket, if I had a pocket.
Six Degrees From Rain To Rainbow
The rain left a puddle by the porch.
A dog drank from the puddle,
then watered a bush—
leg high. Drained, the dog left, ran
to the corner store, where a man
carried a jug of juice—
mostly water. The dog frightened
the man, and he dropped the jug,
spilling the juice.
April has its meaning in water—
in the showers that fall
in anticipation, in the colors that
make for us a rainbow in the puddles
of life. Orange water in the sun.
Spectrum glowing in the puddle.
Rain, dog, man, juice, sun, and rainbow.
See, it’s only six degrees from rain to rainbow.
Comments are welcome. It’s a work in progress.
Writing is not just jotting down ideas. Often we say: “I don’t know what to write. I have no thoughts worth writing down.” But much good writing emerges from the process of writing itself. As we simply sit down in front of a sheet of paper and start to express in words what is on our minds or in our hearts, new ideas emerge, ideas that can surprise us and lead us to inner places we hardly knew were there.
One of the most satisfying aspects of writing is that it can open in us deep wells of hidden treasures that are beautiful for us as well as for others to see.
Writing can be a true spiritual discipline. Writing can help us to concentrate, to get in touch with the deeper stirrings of our hearts, to clarify our minds, to process confusing emotions, to reflect on our experiences, to give artistic expression to what we are living, and to store significant events in our memories. Writing can also be good for others who might read what we write.
Quite often a difficult, painful, or frustrating day can be “redeemed” by writing about it. By writing we can claim what we have lived and thus integrate it more fully into our journeys. Then writing can become lifesaving for us and sometimes for others too.
But in moments of silence, of meditation, of enlightenment and peace, one learns to live in the atmosphere of solitude even in the midst of crowds. …One opens the inner door of his heart to the infinite silences of the Spirit, out of whose abysses loves wells up without fail and gives itself to all. In His silence, the meaning of every sound is finally clear.
Only in His silence can the truth of words be distinguished, not in their separateness, but in their pointing to the central unity of Love. All words, then, say one thing only: that all is Love.
Thomas Merton. Love and Living. (New York: Harcourt, 1965). p. 21.
Each of us has a mission in life. Jesus prays to his Father for his followers, saying: “As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world” (John 17:18).
We seldom realise fully that we are sent to fulfill God-given tasks. We act as if we have to choose how, where, and with whom to live. We act as if we were simply plopped down in creation and have to decide how to entertain ourselves until we die. But we were sent into the world by God, just as Jesus was. Once we start living our lives with that conviction, we will soon know what we were sent to do.
We had eight years of Bush and Cheney, but now you get mad!
You didn’t get mad, when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President.
You didn’t get mad, when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate energy policy.
You didn’t get mad, when a covert CIA operative got ousted.
You didn’t get mad, when the Patriot Act got passed.
You didn’t get mad, when we illegally invaded a country that posed no threat to us.
You didn’t get mad, when we spent over 600 billion (and counting) on said illegal war.
You didn’t get mad, when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in Iraq.
You didn’t get mad, when you found out we were torturing people.
You didn’t get mad, when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.
You didn’t get mad, when we didn’t catch Bin Laden.
You didn’t get mad, when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.
You didn’t get mad, when we let a major US city drown.
You didn’t get mad, when we gave a 900 billion tax break to the rich.
You didn’t get mad, when, using reconciliation, a trillion dollars of our tax dollars were redirected to insurance companies for Medicare Advantage which cost over 20 percent more for basically the same services that Medicare provides.
You didn’t get mad, when the deficit hit the trillion dollar mark, and our debt hit the thirteen trillion dollar mark.
You finally got mad, when the government decided that people in America deserved the right to see a doctor if they are sick.
Yes, illegal wars, lies, corruption, torture, stealing your tax dollars to make the rich richer, are all okay with you, but helping other Americans… oh hell no. NOW YOU’RE MAD!
EDIT: This may be the original. If not, it’s good anyway.
Desire is often talked about as something we ought to overcome. Still, being is desiring: our bodies, our minds, our hearts, and our souls are full of desires. Some are unruly, turbulent, and very distracting; some make us think deep thoughts and see great visions; some teach us how to love; and some keep us searching for God. Our desire for God is the desire that should guide all other desires. Otherwise our bodies, minds, hearts, and souls become one another’s enemies and our inner lives become chaotic, leading us to despair and self-destruction.
Spiritual disciplines are not ways to eradicate all our desires but ways to order them so that they can serve one another and together serve God.