Author: itoccurstocp

Photo taken in the front yard on a recent full moon night.

Photo taken of the newly painted wall at Curra’s on Duval.

Going through some things this morning I ran across this sent to me by my late friend, Jim Mulford, and it hung with me as it does each time I read it.  I’ve never really been able to comment on it because it seems that it says everything that need be said on the issue, and while that often doesn’t keep me from commenting on something, here it always has:

“I blinked and I am nearing the end.

Sometimes I just want to shout: ‘Pay attention to now, exercise some discipline in your life, love somebody hard, keep yourself fit.’

It seems we think that way only when it is too late to do anything about it, or maybe that’s too self-revealing.

And yet, we carry on and do some good.”

From my friend Steve Kinney:

“It is indeed better to give than receive, but before we can give, we have to receive.”

Easy to forget that absent receipt we got nothin’.  We arrive on and depart this mortal coil empty handed, which strongly suggests that the focus should be on what we receive, not what we have; not on what we got, but how we got it, from whom.  Of course, what can be the uncomfortable aspect of that line of thinking is that (we get circular here) it is easy to forget that absent receipt, we got nothin’.  In short: “In everything give thanks.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Another of those accidental photos, though this one I can identify as the fabric on a chair i regularly sit at in my room at home. I ran across the quote recently and haven’t been able to convince myself otherwise.

Photo taken some years back at an exhibit at the Houston Museum of Art, can’t recall the artist’s name. It seemed to fit the Wendell Berry quote I recently ran across.

Photo taken of the Lamar Street Bridge on a recent run.

Three-word life philosophies — pick one:

1. Wow, that sucked!
2. Well, lookee here!
3. Okay, what’s next!

Howard Thurman writes in today’s offering about singing new songs. He notes:

“The old song of my spirit has wearied itself out. It has long ago been learned by heart so that now it repeats itself over and over, bringing no added joy to my days or lift to my spirit. It is a good song, measured to a rhythm to which I am bound by ties of habit and timidity of mind. the words belong to old experiences which once sprang fresh as water from a mountain crevice fed by melting snows.”

That is, things get familiar and stale. But Thurman will of course have none of that.

“I will sing a new song. As difficult as it is, I must learn the new song that is capable of meeting the new need. I must fashion new words born out of all the new growth in my life…. I must prepare new melodies that have never been mine before…. Thus, I may rejoice with each new day and delight my spirit in each fresh unfolding.”

What new tune is out there today?

Another “accident” photo found in my phone camera. Text from a recent podcast.