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The Freedom to Choose

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

We have the freedom to choose between darkness and light, retaliation and reconciliation, hate and love.  But we must choose to exercise that freedom as well.




Stop Worrying and Love Someone

You may have realized by now that I’m a bit of a planner. I brain dump everything into a journal, tease out actionable items, and then move these tasks to a separate calendar book to be done on certain days and at certain times. And this is just my personal and creative life. My work tasks are planned and organized on my computer at work.

One of my life mottos is “make a plan, work the plan.” By adhering to this, I am productive and I get things done.

I have been on vacation for the last three weeks and had planned to write, create some drumming compositions, do some art, go to museums, exercise and do yoga.

I did none of those things. Instead, I got sick, and between that and making preparations for holiday activities, I did none of the things I had planned to do. I was just too tired. My body was calling for rest, and because I ignored it, it knocked me down hard.

Yesterday, someone told me to slow down and listen to the voice of Spirit. I was admonished to stop worrying about plans for the future, live in the present and “love someone now.” This little bit of advice is so profoundly simple that it knocked me back on my heels. Upon reflection I have come to the conclusion that if I were to have a New Year’s resolution it would be to slow down, to engage in more self-care and to seek out people who need to be shown love, kindness and compassion.

No small order in this messed up world.

Ljgloyd 2018


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Many Christmas traditions have come and gone from my life, depending on age and circumstances. How many years does one engage in an activity before that activity becomes a habit, and then that habit becomes a tradition? In the last few years, between the shopping, the preparations of the Christmas feast, and various church activities, I have taken to watching the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy. Tonight I begin with The Fellowship of the Ring, tomorrow The Two Towers, and then on Christmas night after the guests have gone I will watch The Return of the King.

For some reason, this just seems right for the season.

Merry Christmas.


Honk If You Love…..

I am sure you’ve seen these stickers slapped on the bumpers of cars:  “Honk if you love _____” (insert name of favorite sports team, city, animal, cheese, deity, what-have-you.)

It perplexes me that some people throw the word “love” around so casually and in doing so actually diminish that which they claim to love (if they truly do love it).

As writers — or all thinking people in general– maybe we should try to be a little more precise with the word “love” and select another word when we want to convey to the world that we intensely like something.   “Honk if you obsess over Star Wars.”   Yeah, I know, it lacks pithy punch.   Still, I don’t like seeing the word “love” so mishandled.

Let’s say you really do love something and want to the world to know it.   Do you really want that “I love my boyfriend” sticker splattered with mud and heaven’s know what?   Or even more so having the guy to whom you flipped the bird when you cut him off seeing your “I love Jesus” sticker as you peel on down the road?

Anyway, I’m ranting now and probably spending way too much time on this personal peeve on mine.

Honk if you want me to be quiet.


ljgloyd (c)






No Panacea

In trying to write this post I have started and stopped and started over again several times.   This is because I am at a loss for words.

Yesterday’s mass shooting at the church in Texas is no worse than any of the others we have had in the last few years (or weeks), yet it hits too close to home.

I belong to a small faith community too. Since yesterday when I first heard the news of the congregants being mowed down by automatic weapon fire in the pews of their tiny country church, I have envisioned myself and the people of my congregation. What would we have done? Where would I have run? I even mentally worked out an escape plan should something like that happen to me in my church.

How sick is that?

Once again we hear the arguments:  It’s the guns, it’s mental health, the left is at fault, the right is at fault. Yaddy, yaddy, yaddy.

What is the solution? There is no solution. There is no panacea.  The cures we advocate are complicated which means, sorrowfully, that nothing is ever going to change.

And why is that?  Because this is not about guns or mental health or social and political agendas. It is not an earthly situation with an earthly answer. It is a moral and spiritual condition.

In other words, evil is real.

And acknowledging that is the only direction we can go.


ljg (c) 2017