Everyman's Journal 2011

Everyman's Journal 2011, #30

Feb. 8

OK, time to talk, as they say. Does it matter what we talk about? There's always a wide choice.... writing anything is like putting a microscope on a brief little moment here or there and working it hard... extracting the lesson that was given that instant. It's kind of like a test... to see if I can put into words where I was taken, or what I was shown, or learned. Not because only I have gone there.... not that.... but more because the chances are we all have probably gone there, and one time or another, had the same lessons offered.... but... perhaps somehow maybe for you it was missed, as in the speed of life....or forgotten....until I write about it as something over here in my world. Then you remember when it was the same for you, maybe. Then you can frame it for yourself too.

That's all I am trying to write about really. Those moments that I do register as awake enough to... to be called 'LIVED', I mean. I'm sure I miss as much as everyone else, but what I find valuable when I listen to other people share honestly is that it wakes up the place in me that KNOWS (from my own personal experience) what they are talking about. It bonds me to whoever it is that's sharing, in the simple recognition of our joint humanness.

The problem of writing then, is the problem of choosing what to write about, out of so much experience. Then, because writing about an experience is also an experience which can also be written about, you get cornered with not having any way to stop the continual onslaught of new experience so that a previous experience can be more fully experienced by writing about it. Pretty cool conundrum huh? It all points to the essential value of the Great Practice: Simply Being Nowhere But Now. Because that is the only way we eventually get Present Enough to Be Present (fully) in each moment of new Now. What happens when we're not? Nothing really, but inside we can get left with the feeling that we somehow missed something important. Not that we did REALLY, but still, if we FEEL like we did, that's often enough to get us to forget Being Now, and go back searching for Then. (So that we can get Then right, so that we can then get back to Now.) Any of this making any sense?

I hope so. But it doesn't matter. It will eventually. We all end up meeting our destinies on the same highway. So eventually, we all get to stand on this corner too.

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On to other things, like singing. What a route to heaven.

You know, if my real job is to 'just help the People get to God', I think singing our way down the road is the sweetest payback possible. I so get filled up. And just so you know, my new (additional) job assignment (cause all the other one's are still ongoing, you know) of leading a sacred singing gig/circle on Sunday Nights has me so lit up that, well, I just couldn't write nothing about it afterwards. (Or before it either, cause I was getting ready for it.) (Hence, my absence for a few days, OK?)

But about now, when it's past time to tuck myself in, it just seemed much better to punch a few keystrokes to let you all know I haven't forgotten I'm a regular holy joe writer too. Can't tell if in the light of day I should have or shouldn't have. I'll see then, right along with you.

Namaste,

David

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Rev. David Seacord

Fine Art Painter / Sufi Cherag

david@davidseacord.com

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(my fine art website)

www.davidseacord-everymansjournal.blogspot.com

(archived writings and poetry, circa 2002 to 2004)

www.davidseacord-acimcommentaries.blogspot.com

(archived 2010 writings on the lessons of A Course in Miracles)

www.everymansjournal2011.blogspot.com

(archived entries of this years Everyman's Journal)