Day: March 31, 2020

Where the north wind meets the sea
There’s a river full of memory
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river all is found
In her waters, deep and true
Lay the answers and a path for you
Dive down deep into her sound
But not too far or you’ll be drowned
Yes, she will sing to those who’ll hear
And in her song, all magic flows
But can you brave what you most fear?
Can you face what the river knows?
Where the north wind meets the sea
There’s a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

To set your mind purposefully to hurt another human being physically or mentality, unless it is in defense of yourself or family, is a sorry thing.

With what little time we have here on Earth, why do we always seem to be at odds with each other over something, and mostly those somethings are none of our business anyway. What harm is a little tolerance and a little balance from all!

What person in history has always had their own way in everything? What person was created more or less equal than another? We are all born and we all die…of that we are certain, but it is what we do in between which defines us. Use kindness first, and if that doesn’t work, then move on to somewhere where it does.

Try a little harder to get along.

The definition of Resurrection:

res·ur·rec·tion (rz-rkshn)
n.
1. The act of rising from the dead or returning to life.
2. The state of one who has returned to life.
3. The act of bringing back to practice, notice, or use; revival.
4. Resurrection Christianity
a. The rising again of Jesus on the third day after the Crucifixion.
b. The rising again of the dead at the Last Judgment.

If it’s in Webster’s dictionary, it has to be true.
The seminal belief of a person who calls themselves a Christian has to, it has to involve this. If there is no resurrection there is no basis for Christianity. We may disagree on many, many other things having to do with the nature of our beliefs, and God allows us to do that. All the hows, whys, variations, arguments, different practices, bells, whistles and sermons mean nothing without Christ’s proof that death can be overcome. I don’t know exactly what things are going to be like after I die, but I know that one day I will….we all will be resurrected. Let us love others as Christ loved us, let us drive away hate and intolerance. If Christ could ask from the cross for forgiveness for the VERY people who were crucifying him what should WE do. Have a wonderful day everyone.

Being really tired after driving ten hours today (my choice…as Paula offered) but being that tired and then eating a quick bite, I went out to walk. I don’t know why, but I had a quick and fleeting thought that I should call my Dad and let them know we got back ok……

Why did I think that?? It’s will be five years in May since Daddy died, and I thought I should call? I shook it off, and continued to walk around this old mill town. “Why did I ever stay here?” I wondered

My Dad called me, back in the summer of 1974. He knew I wasn’t liking my new job fresh out of school, and liked living in Toccoa even less. Kirsten was two and the apartments we were living in were terrible. Our cat “Hector” had gotten run over and killed. The security was awful. I couldn’t envision raising our little girl there.

Dad had talked to some people, and I had a job as a “management trainee” if I wanted it. I thought about it.

Could I make a good life in a cotton mill town for my little family? The schools were good. I knew people. I called my Dad back: “I’ll take the job” I said. So we moved back “home”

I am not sure it was a perfect decision. We have ridden the roller coaster. I know my wife has had a difficult time in some ways. I know many people here. I grew up here. She knew nobody, and in a small town that’s a problem. I am so sorry that many times she was “Larry’s wife” That’s not much of a description for the clever and caring person who keeps me straight.

I had my problems over the years with jobs, with finances, with so many things. So, I called Dad a lot for advice and help. He never once…not once…refused to help me. He chewed my ass out, yes even as a young adult, if he thought it was necessary. It was. Certainly at times it was. Whenever we went off for a vacation or a long stay he’d tell me to call when we got back. “Just for peace of mind”

So I guess that’s where that flashback came from this afternoon. Either that, or part of his spirit still inhabits this one horse town we call home. I’m not so certain that’s not so, as Rue and Eli seem to “know” him…having both looked at his picture and called him “Papa” or “Tarpy” without having been told who he was. Who knows. Not me for sure…