Another Journal

Random Thoughts About My World…

Journal

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  • Life and Death

    This is a topic that I know many people have on their minds and hearts on a regular basis. Sadly, we don’t think quite as much about life until we are touched by death. In the last 8 years I’ve lost both a parent and a sibling, and both times I was caught a bit unawares of how I treated the living until I was confronted with death. This was brought home especially powerfully this last week when a good friend of mine from college passed away somewhat suddenly, at least suddenly to me. What I wasn’t aware of was that even though we were in vague contact through Instagram, when I made the decision to quit socials, I didn’t make a plan or an effort to maintain contact with her or her husband. Random texts that are unplanned do not count, and so I quite literally had no idea that she was close to death several times over the past year. I simply woke up to a text last Monday with her obituary staring me in the face. I attended her funeral on Friday, and it was one of the most gut-wrenching experiences I’ve gone through in some time, especially when I went to hug her husband and nearly broke down in his arms.

    Because of this experience, I have determined that I need to take better care of the existing friendships and relationships I have, lest I wake up to an unexpected message that will reveal another level of regret that I can avoid by being more purposeful. That might seem like a lot of people to include in my efforts, but if I take inventory of my available time, how much is spent doing things that don’t have that much worth, either in the present or in the future?

    I’ll close this with a simple statement: I have made a large number of friends in this life, and even if I’m not able to reach them, or circumstances dictate I can’t, I walk forward saying that my friends matter to me, and I hope that they all know that. Now it’s up to me to remind them…

  • The Peace of Wild Things

    “When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.  I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” — Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”

  • “Blog”

    I hate the word “blog”. It just sounds so whatever, and it immediately makes me want to move on. So, I thought that an easier way for me to express what I had to put into writing was to call it what it is in some respects – a journal. No, I won’t be posting every day, I just don’t have the time. I don’t think there will be very many/any people reading this, but I’m just getting it out there. It’ll be when I can, and when I have something to say that I’ve been chewing on.

  • Hello…

    It has been a very long time since I’ve tried to maintain any sort of blog or online writing of any sort, but there are a lot of things that have caused me to want to get things down in writing as it were. So, I am going to take yet another swing at a journal of sorts. I appreciate your indulgence…