tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post4874176695824387648..comments2024-03-09T14:15:08.312-05:00Comments on The Heart of Things: Sometimes "Stinky" is GoodThe Heart of Thingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post-27798021998726789842007-03-17T16:25:00.000-04:002007-03-17T16:25:00.000-04:00"LEroy, says send a picture, LEroy says hello..!!"..."LEroy, says send a picture, LEroy says hello..!!" I still have that image of Sean driving and doing his exaggerated rendition of Michelle Shocked's song. Good, good, good spots of time. Namarie back. Though I'll be on watch tonight, I'll think of you and yours under the starry sky, and accept your lifting of the pint in my memory. We will cross paths soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post-92090414241931434652007-03-17T07:55:00.000-04:002007-03-17T07:55:00.000-04:00by the way, I forgot all about that classic Anchor...by the way, I forgot all about that classic Anchorage by Michelle Shocked. A great spot of time there Jim, and I'm glad we could share it. Thanks...The Heart of Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post-58842329180489118032007-03-17T07:54:00.000-04:002007-03-17T07:54:00.000-04:00Jim, those were the days... Talk about paradigm sh...Jim, those were the days... Talk about paradigm shifts and leaps of faith. It was the time for trust. Now I think we can look back and leaf through the book of our days and see how He was sculpting us, molding us into trusting sons. And boy it ain't over yet. Looking forward to touching base with you soon. On this day of Patrick and of Ireland, I'll lift a pint for you and a prayer for your intentions! Namarie!The Heart of Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13574967898452086642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post-19994892101691022212007-03-17T04:06:00.000-04:002007-03-17T04:06:00.000-04:00Billy, I recall vividly this little corner of the ...Billy, I recall vividly this little corner of the world. It was, for me, a prelude to my own 'dark night' that would come only months later (and, in many ways, had already begun, even as we cooked out in Lorien the night before we drove to NH). I remember that smell of the fish market, that iron bridge on the border to Maine, that cramped little 'palace' (Calvin and Hobbes on the fridge), your car breaking down (HA! Remember that?!), and (the coolest part) singing along with you and Sean to 'China' by Greg Brown and 'Anchorage' by Michelle Shocked. Your departure from SCS(which was still fresh in my mind, even as we walked through that greenhouse) was ever-present in my own discernment. I have never forgotten those few days... or what I was thinking about, even as you yourself were searching.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29560222.post-86790076706331551762007-03-16T21:39:00.000-04:002007-03-16T21:39:00.000-04:00I can understand how the "poop' in our life can be...I can understand how the "poop' in our life can be efficacious. It's only NOW that I can understand this, but it's very true. And you're analogy of the manure benefitting the rose bushes really targets it. But I think that as humans we have 'scent'-sitive noses and don't like the smell of the poop in our lives and run from it instead of thanking God for allowing us the opportunity(s) (of growth, etc.) that it provides us. Did you ever notice that the roses aren't bothered by the smell of the stimulant for them? They don't cry about it or run from it, but actually take it in their roots and allow it to become part of their growing process and are benefitted by it. How can it be that flowers can teach us so much about how to live more wisely?<BR/>It's also similiar to the plants that grow under the ground during the winter months in hibernation, then sprout in the spring with the warmer temperatures after they've spent some time in reflection. I think all of us need some of that hibernating spirit mixed with some poop in our lives! ... and rose bushes need someone to trim them back every once in awhile, just as we do, otherwise we can become wieldly, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com