When life is an insult

Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.

    G. K. Chesterton

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a life that is too full

is an insult to both the life

and the author of life

really

this is a lesson learned the hard way

by those of us

who only learn the hard way

this week I saw clients

went to meetings

worked on plans and grants

drove and drove

and drove and drove

participated in strategic planning meetings

went to Costco

dodged landslides

shopped for Valentines

dealt with crises

fed the animals

drove some more

wrote a sermon

put together a commissioning for a Presbytery meeting

wrote a blog

and at the end

I am tired

and two very special relationships

my relationship with the Sacred

and my relationship with my self

have been sorely neglected

which is of course

why I am tired

corrective action is needed

time alone

to pet the cat, who even now is hovering

to read

to think

to walk

to breath

to go deep

and say “hello” to the Sacred One

who is patiently waiting within

corrective action is needed

right after I drive some more

and go to Presbytery,

and return home

and finish my sermon

and lead worship tomorrow

and….

Oh hell!