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"You have to get over yourself in order to love someone else." When I try to love you, I run smack up against myself….. Against something that wants it ‘my way’…. Against something that wants to control ‘you’… Against something that resists opening to you… Against something that scares me; what if…..? Against something that fears you will devour me… Against something that….. Against something…. Against…. Well, I think I need to do it, for my own wholeness And yours ! I’ll try to get over myself. Join me? Together? wil |
Reflections with Wil
November
I know the battery on my cell phone was low....it said so! I plugged the phone into the appropriate end of my adapter ( as I drove home). It continued beeping, indicating 'low battery'. Strange! I pressed the button for quick charge. Nothing! Silence! Low battery! What? I don't get it! Doesn't anything mechanical work? I'm not a genius in the arena of modern technology ( as most of you know); however, I thought I could plug a phone into a charger.
Well, I have a humiliating confession to make.! Let's see, how can I explain this? First , I have tow chargers.....one for the cig-lighter in the care; the other for a wall socket at home or in my office. I had taken the wall charger to my office and brought it along home with me. It was on the passenger seat beside me. CAN YOU SEE THIS ONE COMING? I took my phone and reached, as I said, for the appropriate end of the charger. However, while paying attention to my driving, I unwittingly grabbed the "right end of the wrong plug"....the one that was NOT plugged into the car.
I laughed at my stupidity and then began to remember back over my life. How many times have I plugged into things that had no power source? Things that were not attached to anything of substance on the other end! The right job! The right woman! The right trip! The right 'God'! The right direction for my life.....only to discover, later (sometimes much later), That I was attached to someone , to an idea, to a venture that appeared convincingly to THE RIGHT ONE FOR ME 'at this end'....only to discover, eventually, the absence of a source of power or valid life energy' at the other end'.
I might have been quite ready and ripe for 're-charging', but unaware that "I had plugged the right end into the wrong plug." Am I alone, or have you been there too? I'll let you take it from here....
Blessings
Wil
May
"Glenn cut part of his right index finger off on Sunday when he stuck it into the lawn mower, which, unfortunately, was running. There is less of him now, but he assures me that what remains is perfect."
Life events take their toll on us, at times adding something and at other more dramatic moments, removing something. I love my brother, but I'm confused and the bubble of my belief in what he said all these years (namely that he was perfecrt), has burst. I 've always wanted to believe he was right. I knew I wasn't perfect...... he has always seen that as fairly evident; yet, I thought at least one of our father's four sons, was perfect. Perhaps our father wasn't perfect, but I can't imagine he would have put his finger into a RUNNING lawn mower (I did see him saw off a tiny piece of a finger once, however).
What am I doing? Judging? Yea, I guess so. "Judge not that you be not judged", and "take the beam out your own eye before you take the splinter out of your brother's eye". Well, there has to be a lesson here somewhere ( if this is to be soul talk). We're always looking for the lesson in things, aren't we? Perhaps there could be several here:
1) don't make fun of your brother just to prove you love him
2) make sure your sister-in-law's report acurately describes what 'wisdon' or 'foolishness' comes out of the mouth 'of babes' (and brothers)
3) tell your brother he's too old to fool around with things that move
4) try to grasp truths like 'small is beautiful' and 'LESS IS MORE'
5) praise your brother for having the wisdom to choose what to lose (he could have chosen some 'LESSER' part of himself to cut off)
However, the more I think about it , the real message here, appears to be that my brother is so kind, noble and self-sacrificing that he would go to any length to open one more door of opportuinity for his wife (who is modest about her writing talent and doesn't do it without sufficient cause), to be given the unavoidable duty, once again, in very few words...... to report the end of the end of my brother's finger' in such a way as to create irrepressible laughter, tears and hilarity (in that order) all over the country with her wit; which should be given more opportunities to blossom. However, I think that my brother, even with all his perfection, has only nine finger-ends left.
Blessings, Wil .
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