Inspirations and Illuminations

Today is day 85 in a row I've written something intentional.  I started at the beginning of Lent, using the United Methodist Church's Lenten Word-of-the-Day.  Starting on Ash Wednesday, I wrote daily reflections on the words, usually with a spiritual bent, and included a stock photo evocative of the word or concept.  Some days the words flowed easily, filled with alliteration and imagery, surprising myself with the insights that just came to me with very little effort.  Some days were a struggle, with verbs that would have been better in their adjective form, or plurals that would have been easier to write about in the singular; or words that I needed the dictionary to clarify.  The thesaurus was my best friend, and many times song lyrics said it better than I could.  Ultimately, though, I found I really enjoyed the discipline, and have continued it in the weeks since Easter, coming up with my own topics or words some days, and getting input from friends fo...

Here's a special little insight into my life:  I don't sleep well.  I mean, I'm not good at sleeping.  55 years on the planet, and I still can't seem to get it.  It's not full-on insomnia.  I can sleep, and I sleep deeply, but I just don't sleep very long at a time.  If I turn out the light at 9, I'm awake between 3 and 4.  The alarm is set for 5, but I rarely need it unless I happen to fall back asleep after 30-40 minutes of being awake.  And usually I don't.   So this morning, I woke up at around 4 and got on my tablet to do today's Wordle.  Facebook was up, so I briefly checked a couple of things before moving over to the NYT site.  No internet.  Weird.  I checked my Wi-Fi, tried to turn it off and back on, but nothing.  No problem, I can play my logic puzzles and see if the internet comes back in a little bit.   A couple minutes after I noticed the internet was down, I heard the sounds of a big truc...

Trigger warning:  I'm not all that keen on the Beatles.  There.  I said it.  I'll go one step further:  I think they're mostly overrated.  Don't get me wrong, they did some pretty great songs, and there's no question how influential they were on the music scene at the time, all the way up to today.  They were a boy band, but unlike those of the 90s, they actually played their own instruments.  They wrote their own stuff.  And they were ridiculously prolific, especially considering how short a time they were together.  Like, crazy prolific.  But, in my humble opinion, for every great song they produced, there were probably three that were "meh" at best and pretty crappy at worst.   And, of course, the end of the Beatles paved the way for Paul McCartney and Wings.  Now there's a band I can get excited about.  I remember hearing "Band on the Run" on the radio when I was a kid, and seeing the scene in the James Bond ...

It's the first morning of 2026.  For many of us, the start of a new year is the opportunity to shake off the dust from the previous year, and to look forward with hope to the promise of a clean slate.  It's like opening a new notebook, with all those blank pages and the possibilities they represent.  We resolve to get fit, to learn something new, to be different and better.  We choose a word of the year, with the idea that everything we experience in that year will in some way reflect that word in a positive way.   Frankly, most of the time, none of that pans out.  I don't remember what my word of the year was for 2025, although I'm sure if I go back to my first blog of the year it'll be there.  I probably had several goals for 2025, but the only one I achieved was to read at least 52 books in the year (I did 63, plus the short Bible books I didn't count in the number).  I didn't finish any cross stitch projects except the yearly Christmas or...

My Bible reading this morning is from 1st Kings, and includes chapter 19, verses 11-12.  In the NIV (New International Version), it says: "'The Lord said [to Elijah], "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by."' "Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind.  After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.  And after the fire came a gentle whisper." There is so much to unpack in this passage.  Some versions translate the first part to the effect of "I [the Lord] want you to see Me"; or "I want you to be there when I pass by."  I love the idea that God wanted Elijah to be close to Him.  So often we think of God being out there somewhere, in the heavens (which, of course, is in outer space).  Our id...

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing?" Yes, Katy Perry, I do.  Maybe it's because we seem to have skipped over most of fall and gone right to winter this year (I measure this by the amount of time between air-conditioning and heating the house).  Maybe it's the time change, which affects me more negatively every year, mentally and physically.  Maybe it's because after almost 20 years in the same job, and only a little over a year in my current one, I haven't quite rediscovered my place in the world.  Maybe it's seeing my daughters grow up, the younger who just turned fourteen a couple days ago and the older who will be nineteen this weekend and is in her first year of college.   Maybe it's none of these things, and I'm ju...