Kenny Irish Muslim

to be honest… its feeling like urgency… that’s coming from the excitement of seeing how this can be incorporated into my day to day life… on the way home from the coffee shoppe I picked up 73+ year old Kenny Simpson, a fellow retired CMBC bus driver. (he was waiting at a bus stop in my locality) He and I have shared many memories, that stretch back over 35+ years. While with me, on the way to his final destination of the moment, I gave him the sunshine card, and he actually held it upside down, and wondered about it. He already has my phone number, or at least I think he does… during our conversation he asked about the book I’m writing… achiem… and I was taken aback… oh, I said, I’m developing my website now… 746 posts/pages… then I said “hey, do you still have my number?” he said should be… so I asked my handsfree SIRI to call Kenny… Siri said, “just to confirm, you would like to phone “Kenny Irish Muslim?” he howled with laughter, because he’s a devout Mormon, who wears a white tshirt under all his outfits… we’ve never tried to proselytize one another. Very early on I’ve taken a listening stance with folks I meet, way back to a story you’ll sometime find about walking from my church to a bus stop… anyways… its very me thing to do… but he and I share the safety and trust of these kinds of jabs… and he just loved it… his face was glowing brightly… I told him, in that moment… that if any of us act like they know which way is up in a definitive way… we’re deluded… that there is always mystery… and I don’t mean that lightly…. my 100% certainty about the things I believe isn’t something I need to whack people over the head with (whack a mole is a game where little mole-like puppets pop up from anywhere on grid of 12 holes, and we must see him, and smack him on the head before he pops out of sight again)… its the wrong paradigm in the first place. If I see their heads pop up into view, its because they sensed no danger, and when they finally see me there, I pray I’m not looming, that I have no mallet in my hand, and I’m ready with the words, “tell me more”