Friends....a hidden page written on august 9th, 2008.
Who are my friends and why do I value them enough to post about them here on my blog?
Let me think about this some more.
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I love Sharon and she is the inspiration for this page.
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Sharon was doing this stuff on the web long before I had the patience or the bandwidth capability to keep me surfing. In many ways she is one of my heros. She was always an inspiration.
Sharon is one very special person and in the coming days I will speak of her and others and how they affected me. I will speak of my hero and my pal Lawrence, and others who've touched me deeply. I may have grown up in a parochial place like East Boston, and I may have had the (peculiar to some) experience that comes with growing up in an extremely tight-knit community, but I am not the one-dimensional caricature that I may at first appear to be to some. I was lucky and wise enough to have taken every opportunity I could to get around outside of my upbringing---my experience. I left town when I could; I ended up pursuing quests. Not all were wonderful, but they were all worthwhile. I followed inner voices which took me to places, to people, and to situations I and others only dreamt about---or so I thought.
My heroes and angels wear no capes or wings. They are disappointingly human in many ways. They are human with all the frailties that entails, and for that alone I love them. How boring and mundane my life would have been if I had only the one-dimensional outlook of the disaffected, disillusioned, and disinterested among us? In many ways I consider myself a rich man.
By the time I was 33 years old I'd lived what many would consider a full life. It has all been borrowed time since then. And that used to get in the way of things. No more. Here I am starting all over again.
go figure
Christ himself, in legend, was supposed to have been 33 when he supposedly strolled out of the desert with his knowledge, wisdom and prophesy. Or is that when he was supposedly put to death and forsaken by his own father? I do not claim to be Christ-like, nor do I feel my ministry involves prophesy. I am delusional, not stupid. I acknowledge a blog is analogous to a ministry which transitions well into this: These days I am willing to believe in the 'story' of Christ's journey more than ever. I like stories.
My compartmentalized existence is now coalescing. I am finally becoming one with myself and it is a wonderful, yet awesomely frightening experience to behold. Am I delusional? Of course. On certain levels we are all delusional. But delusion can be a gift. It's all about perspective.
Of course the experiences I have are mine alone, and I am willing to share them with you here. But please, please be kind with me. If you cannot, please be kind with yourself. Because after you leave here--it yourself you are stuck with.
Let me think about this some more.
---
I love Sharon and she is the inspiration for this page.
---
Sharon was doing this stuff on the web long before I had the patience or the bandwidth capability to keep me surfing. In many ways she is one of my heros. She was always an inspiration.
Sharon is one very special person and in the coming days I will speak of her and others and how they affected me. I will speak of my hero and my pal Lawrence, and others who've touched me deeply. I may have grown up in a parochial place like East Boston, and I may have had the (peculiar to some) experience that comes with growing up in an extremely tight-knit community, but I am not the one-dimensional caricature that I may at first appear to be to some. I was lucky and wise enough to have taken every opportunity I could to get around outside of my upbringing---my experience. I left town when I could; I ended up pursuing quests. Not all were wonderful, but they were all worthwhile. I followed inner voices which took me to places, to people, and to situations I and others only dreamt about---or so I thought.
My heroes and angels wear no capes or wings. They are disappointingly human in many ways. They are human with all the frailties that entails, and for that alone I love them. How boring and mundane my life would have been if I had only the one-dimensional outlook of the disaffected, disillusioned, and disinterested among us? In many ways I consider myself a rich man.
By the time I was 33 years old I'd lived what many would consider a full life. It has all been borrowed time since then. And that used to get in the way of things. No more. Here I am starting all over again.
go figure
Christ himself, in legend, was supposed to have been 33 when he supposedly strolled out of the desert with his knowledge, wisdom and prophesy. Or is that when he was supposedly put to death and forsaken by his own father? I do not claim to be Christ-like, nor do I feel my ministry involves prophesy. I am delusional, not stupid. I acknowledge a blog is analogous to a ministry which transitions well into this: These days I am willing to believe in the 'story' of Christ's journey more than ever. I like stories.
My compartmentalized existence is now coalescing. I am finally becoming one with myself and it is a wonderful, yet awesomely frightening experience to behold. Am I delusional? Of course. On certain levels we are all delusional. But delusion can be a gift. It's all about perspective.
Of course the experiences I have are mine alone, and I am willing to share them with you here. But please, please be kind with me. If you cannot, please be kind with yourself. Because after you leave here--it yourself you are stuck with.
