20 Minutes In Front of the Lunch Meat Counter…


This is my version of a sandwich with lunch meat. Honestly, I usually bypass that section of the processed meats.

Last week was an anomaly. The switch happened because I have been doing my best to put into practice the delicate art of really seeing people–trying to meet them on the common ground where their emotions are taking them and where I can be a source of empathy.

A lady who seemed about my age (I’m early sixty-ish) seemed to be in a quandary as I was on my way to the bacon. (I didn’t say that I was a purist about process food!) The way she was studying all of those choices propelled me into make a friendly comment–something like, “Gosh, the choices can just seem overwhelming sometimes, can’t they?”  Continue reading “20 Minutes In Front of the Lunch Meat Counter…”

365 – or nothing

I recently bought myself a new laptop. Then, I had to figure out how to get it to work. All of my data was there, transferred over on the cloud. The operating system was there–but that was all. Just…there. The catch was that I couldn’t do anything with it, until I purchased the Windows 365 license. That was a relatively simple solution.  If your processor dies, however, you’re toast.

Running in the backgrounds of our conscious minds is processor of sorts– humming along and ready for action.  If everything went well from conception through birth, it is rather like a Mac: plug in and go. Some processors, however, have a few bugs that need TLC repair before they’re ready to function effectively.

Some of us have been allowed to maintain this appropriately-wired consciousness. (It happens through parents’ accurate and loving validation of its existence.) The work of parents is significant from the moment of conception onward.

For others of us, this level of consciousness has been snuffed out. Through punishment and/or emotional neglect, some have been forced to live with cobbled-together external drives, forced to make sense of our world via everyone else’s rules.  Our original processors have become toast. Our world looks like a mess of data without a central command.

Our inner consciousness was originally primed with the ability to detect our world and send us signals. We now call these signals “emotions”. There is no such word as “emotions” in the Bible. Instead, the Bible refers to “God in us”, the “mind of God”, etc. We humans are still struggling to define what emotions are and what purpose they serve. My personal, working belief is that emotions are our set of “inner signals” telling us if things are running smoothly and what to do to maintain the good working order of our conscious selves. In an entirely different thought-plane, I wonder whether they became necessary for survival–only after “sin entered the world”.

Operating systems can become gummed-up with all kinds of junk. It can take a mighty effort to clean it all away. On the flip side, life can be pretty sweet after a good cleaning.

Daily Prompt: Reach

via Daily Prompt: Reach


It is one of those typical moments: one person happy and content–the other–unsettled. There is no real motivation for the “happy and content” to do anything. Still, the simple act of reaching out can help settle the other.

Sometimes we go along, happily, independently, not really needing anything. Ironically and especially in those times, we are in a position of being able to help someone who might be gasping in the middle of a breathless moment. I just read about a mom who risked her life to save two others. She was in a position of strength, having trained to become an amateur triathlete, after narrowly escaping a fall off a cruise ship herself. Her new-found confidence and skill gave her the courage to plunge into the cold ocean current. She didn’t have to. She REACHED.

My father reached constantly. Farming requires non-stop physical exertion. He also reached out in ways that he didn’t have to. He was a peaceful man and could be content just “being”. Still, he took notice when one of the animals in his care showed distress. He actively reached. Helped. Did whatever he could with the skills he had.

Reaching is deliberate. An action. Something we can do for ourselves, if we need help. It is something we can offer to others, if we choose.

Reach. A choice.