Something I forgot to tell you, mostly because I was too upset.

This doesn’t go for historical or “national” heroes like Sojourner Truth or Frederick Douglass. I’m talking about the people who are (physically) close to you, in your life. I gained a very sad (at the time) perspective in the last few weeks when one of those close to home personal heroes of mine lost that mantle of  greatness for me, even to the point that they had to go away from me and my good wishes for them.

I was upset (very upset!) for a couple of days until I remembered something that one of our Mercedes selling friends said to Bill when we lost the Euro Delivery car to a hit-and-run driver. He was in tears as he talked about that wonderful car and what it had meant to us.

She told him not to get so emotionally attached to the car. At the end of the day – it’s a car, and you have it because it has a job to do.

It made a great deal of sense to me in these following weeks as I realized that the people in our lives that we think are heroic are at the same time, human, with all the human foibles that come along with it .At the end of our day – they are people … humans … “Guys.”

I love having people like that in my life: they help me to get up in the morning, to write another 500 words, to appreciate every day for the brilliance it is. They inspire me in ways I never imagined and in ways that they are not even aware.

If they stop being so great in my eyes, it’s ok to lose that feeling of their greatness, and not weep for the loss. And if it is so bad that they need to go their own way without me on their radar or them on mine, then that’s ok.

I don’t need to feel any loss that they are gone.

Why? Because there is always a long line of heroes waiting to get into our lives, and we’ve just not found them yet. I embrace the great people in my life, and hold on to them for as long as I can. And I mostly don’t tell them about their status with me. It doesn’t matter in the long run. They are just living the life that they have been called to do.Humans. “Guys.”

Keep the faith!

 – Amen



a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”





First Coming – a poem by Madeline L’Engle

We cannot wait until the world is sane.

– Keep the faith!


First Coming

by Madeleine L’Engle

He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace.
He came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release.

He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine.

He did not wait till hearts were pure.
In joy he came to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
he came, and his Light would not go out.

He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!


“First Coming” From The Ordering of Love:
The New and Collected Poems
of Madeleine L’Engle

Prayer and Waiting and Finding the Prayer

This poem was posted on Facebook by one of my contemplative friends who studies Miksang (contemplative photography.)

The poem is about waiting in silence and a feeling of receptiveness in order to see what is to be seen. This is a premise of this type of meditation via photography, and the story works equally well for those times we are in the proverbial Prayer Closet, and the words don’t come.

Either because we can’t formulate what it is that we want to say to God, or to ask for, or to be thankful for, or because this is our regular contemplative practice: to be there, quiet in the moment of prayer and contemplation. Some times we come away agitated and a little angry because “nothing” has happened. That’s not unusual. And then some days … a flash of brightness.

Keep the faith!


Prayer is like watching for
The kingfisher. All you can do is
Be there where he is likely to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
There is space, silence and
No visible signs, only the
Knowledge that he’s been there
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared.
But when you’ve almost stopped
Expecting it, a flash of brightness
Gives encouragement.

Prayer Is Like Watching For the Kingfisher – by Ann Lewin