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Friday, March 31, 2017

Time

When time is reduced to linear progress, it is emptied of presence.”
― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
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What is the sum of our days?
As we plod on
In this linear life
Going merely from one damn thing to another

First growing up
Having an entire town
Plan out your life

(well of course you are going to be a doctor)

Then more of the normal thing
College (go Blues! AKA Missionaries)
Marriage
More school

Life as a minister
Going up the ladder
Small church, medium church, large church
Yahoo!  Lake Oswego

But in all the progress
Regress
A loss of self
Just progressing, not living

Then crash!
A disaster of my own making
Then start again

Disaster relief
Teaching at a medical school
Executive Director of a mental health program

On, on, on
Progressing forward

But most of life has had one dimension

A line ____________________________
Yes so much happened
So much life, so much death
So much success, so much failure
So many jobs

But just progressing from one thing to another is not enough
Life should be two-dimensional
Three dimensional

The plodding line cannot define
There must be soul bursts
And heart breaks
There must be
Connections that add lines to our lives
Children, lovers, family
Sacred

Above all sacred
Which makes the line not a line
but something much
much
more


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