Thankfulness

Meister Eckhart said, “If the only prayer you ever say in your life is thank you, it will be enough.”

Think of what this presupposes. This assumes that someone has received something, that a gift or a goodness or a blessing has been recognized and appreciated. Recognized, appreciated and accepted. In Christian theological terms, this implies grace being given and received.

The theologian Paul Tillich spoke of “accepting our acceptance.” The fantasy writer Stephen R. Donaldson said that “accepting a gift honors the giver.”

To offer a prayer that is as simple as a heartfelt “Thank you” embraces all of these facets. It is at the center of Grace-full living: to recognize and accept grace in whatever form, and to be grateful.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The New Teacher

Retiring after 20 years, a United States Marine Corps gunnery sergeant took a new job as a high school teacher.

Just before the school year started, he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around his upper torso. Fortunately the cast fit under his shirt & sport coat quite well and wasn’t noticeable.

On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the entire school. The smart-aleck punks, having already heard that the new teacher was a retired Marine, were leery of him and he knew they would undoubtedly be testing his toughness and level of discipline immediately.

Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened a couple of windows wide and sat down at his desk. When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.

Dead silence.

And the rest of the school year went very smoothly.

Semper Fi!

Irish jokes

I just posted another Irish joke. This joke, Donal Calaghan’s Experience, plays into Irish stereotypes less than others, but I wanted to say something about those stereotypes. While a lot of humor plays on stereotypes, we have become more sensitive regarding humor based on cultural stereotypes. Generally, such stereotypes are avoided. While many may bemoan political correctness, I ‘feel that political correctness is really just a matter of all of us trying to be more sensitive.

To me Irish jokes present a special challenge. There was a time when help wanted signs in the U. S. added the note, ‘Irish need not apply.’ The jokes stereotype the Irish as being heavy drinkers. And we know – or should know – that not all Irish are heavy drinkers, let alone falling down drunks.

Then, again, if you listen to the traditional music, you will realize that, to some degree, the tradition glories in the stereotypes. Songs like “Whiskey, Whiskey,” “Whiskey in the Jar,” “Seven Drunken Nights,” “Finnegan’s Wake” and others all seem to relish the reputation, or at least acknowledge it. That said, there are a lot of rough, sad songs that reflect a difficult history. For example, there are a fair number of hanging songs, and I doubt if anyone reading this l knows of one Irish person who has been to the gallows.

All of this said, many of the Irish I know relish a good Irish joke, stereotype and all. So, here they are, with a tip of the hat to the many fine Irish people I know.

ADDED NOTE, January 26, 2014: This article was just posted, if you are interested in more about the issue of Irish stereotypes. It goes into more detail as well as the history of these stereotypes. http://www.irishcentral.com/opinion/cahirodoherty/Does-it-matter-if-the-Irish-are-portrayed-as-bullies-and-drunks.html

Happy New Year!

Well, it is 7:45 p.m. where I live.  Another year is drawing to a close.  It is about time to start the annual Scrabble game with my wife.  Maybe I can win this year.

The New Year is a powerful point in the year, because it represents so much.  It symbolizes a new beginning, new possibilities, the end of things gone by.

“Should old acquaintance be forgot?” means should we forget old times?  The answer to that is no, especially to friends and loved ones.  But it is a reminder because of the powerful symbol of a new page, a blank slate, endless possibilities.  Each new year represents the changes we can make, the new person we can become.

So, happy new year to all.  Wishing you the best in 2012!

The Beginning of the End or the End of the Beginning?

According to a group of conservative Christians, tomorrow is the beginning of the end of the world.  Media sources have incorrectly been calling this the end of the world, which according to this group, is actually October 21.  According to this group, tomorrow is the beginning of the end, when Christians are raptured – physically taken up into heaven to be with God – and the rest of the world is left to, literally, go to hell in the final 5 months.

In my opinion, as you might guess, there are several problems with this.  The first problem is from within the purview of Biblical literature, the source documents from which Christians who believe in a literal second coming are informed about the details.  (Please note that not all Christians believe in a literal second coming.  Of course, those who believe Saturday is the end of their time on earth would probably not accept these non-literalist folks as true Christians.)

The first problem is, according to the Gospels, the words of Jesus himself: no one knows the day or hour.  It is hard to understand how those who claim to take the Bible literally can ignore this statement.  Jesus also described “that day” coming as a thief in the night, catching many unprepared.  So the first problem is found in the words of Jesus, himself.

A second problem is in how the date was discerned to be the day that Jesus comes for the faithful and the end begins.  The math is done on this May 18 post on the group’s website: http://judgementday2011.com/.  Basically, it is a numerological interpretation of the date, 21 May 2011.  Now certainly the Bible uses a variety of symbolism, but this is a purely numerological interpretation of the date, i.e., applying a supposed meaning for different numbers.  For example, “The number 5 equals ‘atonement’, the number 10 equals ‘completeness’, and the number 17 equals ‘heaven.'”  The math goes on and gets considerably more complicated, but this should give you an idea.

Numerology has been used many times before to interpret Biblical passages, by mystics and fundamentalists alike.  But this is not a literal meaning of the passages relating to the end of the world in the Bible.  This is an interpretive device used to seemingly get around the fact that the Bible is pretty sparse on actual details of when this end will happen.  And that is if you take a literal view of such things.

To me, there is yet another problem.  I admit that this is based on my understanding of Scripture, which seeks to understand the literal meaning of Biblical passages, but in no way tries to make all the portions of Scripture conform to one another.  Put another way, the only way to interpret a passage of Scripture is to seek it’s literal, original meaning.  This involves allowing for nuances in the original language, historical background and meanings, etc.  It does not assume that the literal meaning of any passage will be historically, scientifically, philosophically true.  It gives us a sense of what the original author meant to convey.

What is most important to me from a variety of Scriptures is that God is with us, and nothing can undo that relationship.  I love the passage in Psalm 139.  That passage  describes how intimately God knows us, even what we are going to say before we know it.  It describes how one cannot run from God because God is already anywhere we could possibly run, so running from God only results in our running into God.  And it talks, in very intimate terms, of how God knit us together, personally making each of us.

To me, God is that close to each of us; God has made us and is in the very warp and woof of the fabric of our makeup.  It is God who made us and holds us together.  No one needs to be “taken up” to be closer to the divine.   The divine is part of our very being, making each of us and literally holding our existence, and all of existence, together.

Too bad that those who think tomorrow is the beginning of the end don’t seem to understand just how close we are to the divine.  They certainly don’t believe that God is that close to all of us.  But when we realize that God is that close to all of us, we have simply come to the end of the beginning.  The beginning of an appreciation for how pervasive God is in the world around us, in each of our lives, and in the lives of every living creature.  To me, that is a worthy beginning.

Back to Wyrld

For many years I had a collection of story ideas that grew and grew.   While at first the focus was on the alternate world, the story begins when someone from our world has an accident and wakes up in this alternate world where he discovers that he has magical powers.

Since he always wanted to find a magic land, he assumes that he is producing the hallucination and is actually back in the real world, dying.  He finds himself comparing his experiences to  Thomas Covenant and other standards of fantasy fiction.  It makes perfect sense, especially given how easily he learns to perform Real Magic, as well as some other unique attributes of the world in which he finds himself.

Then, last year, during the winter in 2010, I actually began writing and flushed out a good bit of the beginning of the story.  I wrote about 20 chapters, then hit a glitch and stopped.  I have now resumed.  Chapter 3 is actually a new chapter.  It is kind of exciting to “be back” in Wyrld.  It feels like I am returning to a favorite place, and now looking forward to see what happens.

If you are reading this and would like to read what I have so far (realizing it is still very rough), please let me know and send me your e-mail address and I will be glad to send you the password.

In the meantime, magical (and wyrd!) journeys to you!

Catching Up

This past week I registered on the site for my high school class reunion, and I have begun catching up with a few old (and now older) friends.  In the process, I saw that I had a spike in visits to WyrdWanderers – as much as 12 hits one day!!! – and that some had been to my humor page.  The humor page that I unfortunately discovered had nothing in it!

Okay, okay, so my wanderings don’t always include updating my site and writing new blogs.  It is kind of like taking photos at a special event.  Sometimes you need to put the camera down and just enjoy the moment. (Of course, sometimes the camera helps you actually see things you might not otherwise, but that is a different post.)

Well, I would like to say that I have been  doing my Wanderings and focusing on the moment.  To some degree that is probably true, and to some degree posting actually preserves, remembers, or even creates the moment.  Life has few definitive borders, just like the earth seen from space.  Everything is in flux, in motion.  “Difficult to see. Always in motion, the future is.”  “Prediction is very hard, especially about the future.”  “You can’t put your foot in the same river twice.”  And those same currents that make the future difficult to see actually blur the boundaries between things like enjoying the moment and creating new moments.

Ah, well, I admit it.  I haven’t been keeping the site up.  Sooooooo, welcome to visitors.  Please feel free to post comments.  And a special welcome to those with whom I am beginning to connect after 40 years.  I trust you won’t be too surprised at some of the places I have wandered.

Do You Believe in Magic?

I have been performing magic off and on for about 30 years.  You can see my magic page here.  When I was first learning magic, I was often disappointed tolearn the secret.  Well, let’s face it, I had just read The Lord of the Rings and, truth be told, I really wanted to be Gandalf.  So I was often disappointed at how simple the secrets were to a lot of the effects I purchased.

That is one of several reasons that magicians don’t tell the secret; it would spoil the magic.  I learned that my task as a magician was to put the magic back into the effect.  The combination of the secret, the story or presentation (magician’s call it the patter), and the magician’s personality all serve to make a magical effect a true magical moment.  Performing magic is really a bit like alchemy: a bit of this, a bit of that, something to make everything interact.

Life itself is like that.  I believe life really is magical.  Much of life can, of course, be explained scientifically.  Even human beings, with our electro-chemical systems, synapses firing, etc. can be explained scientifically, at least as far as science can explain the human body.

But life from the inside, life as we live it, doesn’t seem like science and logic so much as something else; something more fluid, more messy, perhaps, less predictable.  Life, art, creativity, imagination, these do not seem to be bound so much by scientific principles as by magic; by alchemy.

Why is it that when we try to force an idea it won’t come?  Or when we try to remember something, it eludes us?  But in that misty realm of the mind when we are just awakening, or perhaps standing in the shower with our mind on idle, it comes to us?

Why is it that I find that I have difficulty thinking a story through in logical, outline form, but when I write and tell the story, it surprises me, the supposed author?  How is it that when I start telling the tale, things happen that I did not expect?

Please understand, I am not saying that science is invalid.  Nor am I trying to use science to explain some esoteric philosophy, as some of the new age folks do (usually misusing the science in the process).  Rather, I am simply trying to say that life is magical, it is full of magic, full of wonder.  Yes, things can be explained logically and scientifically after the fact, but just try predicting the path that the mind will take when creating art, or writing a story.  Or loving.  Or living.

Life is magical.  Do you believe in magic?

My last post was about the light of the season. Some of the lights of the season are still up.  I admit we haven’t gotten our tree down and decorations put away. But time rolls on, and it is now late January late February.  Winter is two-thirds gone, and we will soon have a sense of pushing toward spring.  There are a few patches and piles of snow around, and a new snowfall piling up as I write.

We look toward the holidays with so much anticipation, then before we know it, the holidays were a month ago, two months ago, and we are well into the new year. We are back into the old routines, the old worries and problems, perhaps new worries. Many of our resolutions have already fallen by the wayside.  Time goes on.

It is almost a cliche, but all we really have is now. It is so easy to worry about so many things, but the gift of life is the gift of now. This moment. What is past is, hopefully pleasant to recall. What is coming may be pleasant to anticipate. But all we really have is … right now. This moment.

This moment is a portal. We are constantly entering – but never arriving at – the future through the portal of this moment.  Beyond the portal lay mystery, wonder, magic…. All we have to do is … step through. Embrace the moment. Embrace the possibilities to come by fulling living in THIS moment.

A couple of days before the new year, on Tick Tock Day, I wrote this poem (if you want to call it that).

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Tick

 precious moments slipping away

Tock

never to return

Tick

tell someone how much they mean to you

Tock

before it’s too late

Tick

don’t wait

Tock

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Time goes on. Cherish the moment. Live. Laugh. Love.

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