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There’s this little boy, who is gone now, he grew up, and became a man. When ever I say to (its my youngest son by the way) When ever I say to Ashton, “I wish you coulda met that little guy, you’ve really missed out” Then he says, “Dad, you know that I’m him, right?”Continue reading “Same Old Question”

Anxiety is so normal to me. That feeling of “something’s missing” and “oh, no!” It’s no wonder on morning’s like this one, where peace flows in, the only way I can deal it is to picture myself in a cave, the chaos is blowing and bellowing out there, I can see it from back here,Continue reading “Quiet place to wait out the storm”

Theologians used to use the word “accidie” to describe the sin of failing to do with one’s life all that one knows one could do. Maslow Capacities clamor to be used, and cease their clamor only when they are used sufficiently. That is to say, capacities are needs, and therefore are intrinsic values as well.Continue reading “Fulfillment”

It was my dream last night… Merely a passenger on a bus, but happily so, glad there was another to take the helm. it was not my ride, but I was there. There were many near misses, acts of God, heavy snowfall, and ice to follow. There were uncleared streets; narrow misses with oncoming traffic,Continue reading “Empty Lot”

Man: The Dwelling Place of God I’m just sharing some challenging quotes, for me, from this book thus far. Chapter 29 How to Try the Spirits ⁃ “Tender-hearted Christians often become victims of strong psychological pressure applied intentionally or innocently by someone’s personal testimony, or by a colourful story told by a fervent preacher whoContinue reading “Man: The Dwelling Place of God”

Here’s the song, <click> for those of you who’ve never heard it “What A Fool Believes” a song by the Doobie Brothers He came from somewhere back in her long agoThe sentimental fool don’t seeTryin’ hard to recreateWhat had yet to be created once in her lifeShe musters a smileFor his nostalgic taleNever coming nearContinue reading “What A Fool Believes”

Richard J. Foster wrote a book on prayer, and in it he gives the OK to using my imagination to pray. It was good to hear that. I didn’t need to have permission, I had learned in my life to do what ever it takes to break through the muss and tangled mess in myContinue reading “Prayer”

Poetry is sometimes a contrived, awkward effort. This photo is poetry, and it was staged, but it really says so much. Ashton and Cheryl had come to ride with me on my final trip as a Coast Mountain Bus Driver, and I needed to pee. I mean, we got back to the depot, and allContinue reading “April 1, 2022”

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We love Nighthawks, by Edward Hopper. And that’s why I made my own version of it, years ago, to celebrate my son Ashton. He is on the autism spectrum, and had been playing with my digital camera, and took a few selfies, before he even knew they were a thing 😂 I was so happyContinue reading “Getting Through”