No one can play watchful vanguard to an errant heart. The heart chooses whom and how to love - wisely or otherwise. We are left doing the best we can under the circumstances our hearts dictate. Or we are bereft.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Oct 2011
Paradise Lost
No one can play watchful vanguard to an errant heart. The heart chooses whom and how to love - wisely or otherwise. We are left doing the best we can under the circumstances our hearts dictate. Or we are bereft.
No one can play watchful vanguard to an errant heart. The heart chooses whom and how to love - wisely or otherwise. We are left doing the best we can under the circumstances our hearts dictate. Or we are bereft.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sep 2011
18: sacred heart of mine
Spent the day in anticipation of certain conversations. But the certainty of my expectations proved utterly disappointing when these conversations finally transpired. How did I contribute to their outcome?
Prior to the event, I believe I had a clear idea of how the conversation would go. But as soon as it starts ~ depending on what is being said, how I hear it and my listening attitude ~ it can go in many different directions.
What is uttered? How is it expressed? intention? motivation? expectation?
What about my role in it? How am I listening? What do I hear? Where am I at?
All too often the clarity and prepared dialogue are lost in the fray. And I am left thrashing around, drowning in some sorrowful mystery, immersed in my iniquities ~ God deliver me!
Spent the day in anticipation of certain conversations. But the certainty of my expectations proved utterly disappointing when these conversations finally transpired. How did I contribute to their outcome?
Prior to the event, I believe I had a clear idea of how the conversation would go. But as soon as it starts ~ depending on what is being said, how I hear it and my listening attitude ~ it can go in many different directions.
What is uttered? How is it expressed? intention? motivation? expectation?
What about my role in it? How am I listening? What do I hear? Where am I at?
All too often the clarity and prepared dialogue are lost in the fray. And I am left thrashing around, drowning in some sorrowful mystery, immersed in my iniquities ~ God deliver me!
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