a good day in two parts
Part one - I am sitting on the floor of port authority waiting for a bus, too tired to care what might be on the floor as I expect to get to the town that is difficult to get to, or from, anywhere. The meetings went really well, and some exciting ideas and plans have been laid. It is funny how life works in that there is a group of people that understand how things work and you have a lot fewer problems than someone with the idea that for whatever reason holds onto the control of something that they have never done aside from reading about “how” in a book. It allows a human to become a danger to everyone involved with thier pride and the axiom, “a little knowledge is dangerous.”
tonight someone asked, “did you ever help someone and they abused or burned you?” I replied, “the more you try to help people, the more you will probably get burned. I exactly know why? but people are quite funny that way.”
I am even too tired to take the camera out for night photos. It has been a stage few weeks, much like my Lenten journey – I have to say it pretty much has sucked. What I know is to keep pushing forward, and you will have days like today where things line up nicely.
you can also see the players and the greed on the chessboard of life all vying for their own “best deal,” and you smile knowing full well their “next moves.”
the difference is you are no longer playing in that game anymore.
Part 2 – I came back from NYC to get to a very special church service, called the healing service. Somewhere along the way, there was some miscommunication, and the morning emails had people asking for help, so the best-laid plans were re-written and I was late for the service.
Lent this year has been the most difficult in many years. I joke that physically, lent was good, but the spiritual, emotional, and even mental portions have been a full-on battle of sorts. I think a light bulb went off in a meeting yesterday when someone asked, “why can you be negative about the greatest country in the world.”
I think it was then I realized, my experience has been very different than another that has lived in NYC all their lives and never left Manhattan.
My reply was something to the effect that it doesn’t matter where you are on the planet, there is an excellent good, and not so good in any spot, there is no utopia, that might achieved if you ever get to enlightenment in your heart, but I am still a significant work in progress. The problem I have with the united states is that there is a tiny fraction of the country, less than 1% that genuinely has much, and I pointed to our dinner, which was simple fish and chips in an Irish pub. “they would be embarrassed to serve this in Ireland. It is. Basically, we have watered down and diluted quality in the states to a level where mediocrity is the new great.”
I have been upset with myself this lent, as I realized I have allowed myself to try to fit in and blend into a world where mediocrity is just the norm. I am not intending or meaning for that last sentence to be prideful, or suggest I am better than others. But with what I have for abilities, it appears either I was given a lot, I worked to learn a lot, and I love to create and build things in a world that seems to be more a spectator sport full of critics than anything lately.
What makes this day great? I am waiting to have another meeting, and I was in this Christian coffee shop across from a church. The size of the room and the light, ambiance of the space…is good. I think I will try to come back here and brainstorm. I have yet to have one greet me so this could be perfect. Work in anonymity.
For as odd as this morning has been. It is going to be a great day.