It’s time I found a job. The bills are piling up, the rent is coming due, the cupboards are a bit bare and heaven knows I could use another dress. I need to step up, display some confidence in my natural talents. It’s not everyone who can pass for animate and inanimate. I remember, during my childhood, performing, or rather not performing, for the neighborhood children; they always seemed satisfied with the silent, stoic persona I offered. Maybe some sort of acting; I just need to find the right fit; A job with lots of variety, excitement and opportunities for advancement; and of course, health insurance.
Monthly Archives: January 2013
In need of a spiritual lift……………
Today I really feel like I need a spiritual lift but I’m not sure which direction to take. The disciplined approach appeals somewhat; maybe a Yogic immersion. I could get a CD but maybe it would be better to join a group. Others around me of like mind might provide inspiration.
The ancient mystics figured it out for themselves through Gnostic readings and maybe a bit of self-imposed deprivation. I’ve got a copy of the Zohar around somewhere and I really don’t eat much anyway.
Or, perhaps I should seek the right path through the gift of Grace. Someone wrote, Kierkegaard I think, that all I would need to do is take the leap into faith and embrace the great paradox. I guess he meant believing in a logical absurdity.
It may be that the best path is through one of the great traditions. The Catholics have some wonderful liturgies; the Hindu pantheon is incredibly compelling in all its literary and visual manifestations and one can’t ignore the Buddha’s relentless pursuit of Nirvana.
Maybe I’ll just go for a walk.
Evil me
Are you ever inclined to do something you know you shouldn’t? It’s not like you’re afraid of reprisal or that you desire retribution but something else; some sort of primal impulse, as if you had an evil you within demanding to be released.
Well, the other day I met these Lego people; they were so docile and friendly. They always had smiles on their faces. I spent some time with them and I don’t know what it was, maybe it didn’t seem reasonable to me that they should be so worry free all the time, but my dark side emerged. Once I realized how flexible these folks were I started removing parts. I pulled the arms off of Fred and attached them to his feet; I put Veronica’s head under John’s left leg. I found myself engaged in frenzied activity; body parts were everywhere. Gradually I regained partial control and stopped, but evil me couldn’t resist hiding a ways away to watch them.
I know it was a horrible thing to do but it really didn’t turn out so bad in the end. They all were able to obtain fairly well paying jobs with a traveling circus.
walking on water
While checking out at the super market the other day I happened to glance over at the tabloids. On one, the cover story was, ‘Jesus doll walks on water.’ Usually I don’t pay much attention to these journals, the sensationalistic stories usually being so incredibly ridiculous, but this one caught my attention being about a doll and all. So, I bought a copy and later when I had time, read that a young boy in Florida was playing with his Jesus doll beside a pond one day when the doll suddenly proceeded on its own impetus across the pond toward an old lady on the other side. The doll, so the story related, moved up to and touched the old woman who was immediately relieved of the arthritic pain she had been suffering. The doll then turned around and moved back across the pond to the little boy.
Wow! There were pictures and everything.
As much as I enjoy a doll getting positive attention my skeptical nature questioned the accuracy of the account. While dolls may certainly have independent natures, performing miracles, even for a Jesus doll, seems pretty incredible. But, maybe where there’s a will there’s a way.
I think I’ll take a bath.
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