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The Face of Confidence


On my morning exploratory walk, I came across this giant mural. Mural painters amaze me. To create such a huge, public display of art takes an immense amount of confidence on the part of the artist. There is no room for fear of mistakes. The entire neighborhood will see that mistake in the process of being made, not to mention the humiliation of correcting it in front of the world. And heaven forbid if the mistake is not corrected and it stays on view for decades until someone mercifully paints over it. Hats off to public artists.

Teddy Roosevelt said this: “Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.”

I dunno, Teddy, I dunno.

 

Ljg.

I don’t know who painted this; otherwise I would’ve given her/him credit.


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A Visitor in My Bathroom

This morning I discovered a long-legged cellar spider hanging by a thread of her own making above my bathtub. I don’t like spiders much, but since she was not in my way and was not particularly threatening in her appearance, I figured “live and let live.”

As I was going about the process of getting ready for work, I could not help but ponder her presence in my bathroom. I wondered what she was planning to catch in her web. Cellar spiders hang out in dark cavities in places like, well, cellars, preying on bugs and other spiders that lurk there. With the exception of an occasional lost arachnid such as herself, I do not often have insects, crawling or flying, in my bathroom.

“Sweetie, you’re gonna get mighty hungry if you stick around here,” I mumbled.

This made me think of people.   We are often like this little spider: we chose circumstances where we get hungry for life, where we do not flourish. We often must push ourselves to get out of our comfort zones while we still have the energy and ability to do so. We must learn our true natures and learn the places and circumstances we need to thrive.   We must then move on to those places for our own survival.

With that thought in mind, I went over to my visitor’s web and gave it a little blow, rattling her world and waking her up.   She took the hint and scrambled up and away, hopefully to a better place.

 

ljgloyd (c) 2018


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Taize

I’ve been watching too much news the last couple of weeks. As a result, I feel the rancor and hatred of the current political situation clinging to me like filth.

I need a bath.

A few days ago, I noticed a banner in front of a church just around the corner from my home. It simply said “Taize Service Tuesday at 7 pm”

I knew Taize was some sort of prayer service, but that’s about all. So this evening, being Tuesday, I decided to go. Actually, I felt compelled to go.

There were only six of us in the tiny chapel: the rector, a guitarist, a reader, me, and two other people. The order of service was elegant in its unpretentiousness: Simple choruses repeated to the soft strum of an acoustic guitar, the light of a hundred candles flickering and dancing on the walls, passages of scripture read in a powerful voice, long periods of silence punctuated by the sound of a gong.

The focus of the readings was on the various names of God. We were instructed to dwell on that theme and let the Spirit take us where He willed.

Singing, silence, listening, silence, gong, praying, breathing, silence, singing, silence, gong, silence, benediction. Amen.

Emerging from the dark womb of the sanctuary, I fell under the blue light of a waxing moon.

Then I realized: I felt… clean.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/radical-authenticity/


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The City of the Queen of the Angels

There is a plaque on Olvera Street that names the city wherein I grew up as El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles — The Village of our Lady, Queen of the Angels.

Look at any map and you will see it criss-crossed with streets named after saints: Santa Monica, San Vicente, San Pedro — to name just a few. The names seem to reflect — at least to me– a mystical and transcendent quality of this city.

With Angels Watching

Would it be that all the saints, all the angels, even the Queen of Heaven herself looks down upon this city?

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What would they see? What would they do?

Yes, they would weep over the poverty and crime, over the homeless seeking to make a living.

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And of course they would tremble with us when the ground shakes or the canyons burn.

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Would they rejoice with the whales as they peek from the sea or sing with the coyotes in dark sycamore forests?

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Did they watch over the mammoths in ancient days? Apparently not, it would seem.

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Would they be in awe of the edifices we puny humans have built?

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Would they hold back the rain but let the snowfall?

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Perhaps they would.

I don’t know what angels think, but I know they are here,

and they watch.

 

Images and poem by ljgloyd (2016)

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/city/

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