I always found the antidote “Physician heal thy self” misguided. These past few weeks have marked a dramatic pause in my vocation as I think about isolation and discernment on where I’m being called to do good work. My involuntary pause of vocation is considered a medicinal remedy for “my own healing”. As the good doctor says, “only time will tell”. “Everything is a blessing” is another phrase to contemplate as I wonder if I am over-rationalizing recent events; never the less, as I tell my friends, “my schedule has opened up”. This Winter is a time for early evening darkness, the distant howl of the Great South Bay wind blows down our canal rustling the tarp-draped boats longing for springtime excursions. Early January is a time for fasting after the holiday feasts, as both body and mind look to regain their healthy ways. I am poured out like a libation, freed and wanting. I try to focus and reach into something positive. “You have a gift”, I’m told, to express
Short essays with #heartwarming, feel-good insights. My hope and prayer are that these articles, from one man’s perspective, might encourage all to live a life of love, and truth, to be encouraged to speak out against injustice. Most of all I believe all of us are born with dignity, an imprint of the Divine Source of Love who created us to recognize and share this light of love.