Had a vivid dream last night. I was very happy to be working as a job site supervisor. For awhile I was working with a kindergarten teacher who was using an obsolete computer program. After talking for awhile over coffee (mine had a half inch of sand at the bottom of the cup) I agreed to work on a solution during my free time so the authorities would not see that the teacher was being helped.
The next scene had me out in a parking lot. Large trucks, medium sized trucks, small trucks, cars, carts, wheel barrows, and people holding boxes were lined up, waiting to be processed.
They all had collections of excuses, complaints and requests for deferrals. Some were on colored paper. Written notes, typed notes, and old newspaper articles were all spread out over large tables. Once in a while the processers would glance up at the supervisor (me) and give a knowing glance as they filed the complaints. We would roll our eyes knowingly as the more experienced processors quickly filed the statements on similar stacks.
Interesting session last night. I rarely react to the political scene. Last night I finally did; liking this, liking that, liking the other things. Most of the likes were in controversial areas.
Now this morning they are gone without a trace. I can’t help but think that social media reactions are monitored by the hyper-government to keep business as usual.
The old me would have built a pithy argument about how “dumb” FB is and write a post-ultimatum farewell address, threatening never to be seen again.
Now my thinking is that I could get a head start by ignoring FB and moving on.
I have been claiming to be a writer for years without publishing anything.
God is so big, so capable that he allows each of us to create our own universe to behold. Because our friends and family affect our actions, they share a lot of our created space.
John of the Cross frequently refers to aridity, a dryness that occurs on the path toward union with God. Although it doesn’t feel so good, he assures us that aridity is a sign that we are moving away from our sense-based appetite and moving toward our creator.
Right now I have such an urge to eat a fresh chocolate chip cookie. They are in the kitchen. I have a feeling that swirling cold milk around my tongue while mashing apart chunks of sweetness will make me happy.
On the other hand, if I cherish this lusting with moments of denial, will I become closer to God?
As one could notice, there have been changes to the site. I have started blogging just now.
This means, by rule, that something must go out at least 0nce a week.
In the case of an event needing people to show up in large numbers, look for “activist” on the category pick list.