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Sunday, April 6, 2025

These Days of Gogmagog

 

I have little, and will lose more
in these days of Gogmagog, 
when the air is thick 
with smoke and purple light,
and the blind musicians 
play after midnight.
Still those who can sing must sing. 

Stretch out your icy hand 
and touch, and touch my face. 
Fire, 
I'm on fire,
light a candle
the sparks fly higher
and shadows tremble on the wall. 

First we dance the mad dance
and then, then comes the death. 
We're slaughtered and martyred, 
dressed in a shroud, 
we're calling 
your name out loud. 
Protect us, Lord to see you soon. 





Friday, April 4, 2025

For God’s Gifts

I found these words, written by Howard Thurman, in The United Methodist Hymnal - #489 - For God’s Gifts


O Holy God, open unto me light for my darkness, courage for my fear, hope for my despair. 

O loving God, open unto me wisdom for my confusion, forgiveness for my sins, love for my hate. 

O God of peace, open unto me peace for my turmoil, joy for my sorrow, strength for my weakness. 

O generous God, open my heart to receive all your gifts. 





What Is My Brain Doing While I'm Asleep?

 

I have, for the past several nights, had dreams that I could not quite recall when I woke in the morning. This is not, in itself, unusual. Most dreams are forgotten the moment the sleeper awakens. They disappear like a breeze, stirring the mind for a moment and then gone. But I have practiced trying to recall them, and frequently find material in them that can be used in my writing. I appreciate my dreams and have worked at trying to hold on to the fleeting fragments that remain as I awaken. Still – these recent dreams have not stuck with me after I lifted my head from the pillow.

Except that there has been a nagging suspicion that these forgotten dreams have had something to do with my ex-wife – my first ex-wife to be more precise. But that’s where the precision ends. I cannot recall the situations, events, or characters of the dreams. I don’t know what happened. I only suspect, or perhaps fear, that she was there.

And this causes me some concern. Not so much that she was there – I know that even now these several years later I am still recovering from her departure and putting my life back together. Things in my life are much improved and I’m happy in my work, my hobbies, and my relationships. But – and here’s the real question: What is my brain doing while I’m asleep? What’s going on up there? I don’t trust my mind – even when I’m awake it must be carefully monitored to keep it under control. When I’m asleep I can’t control it. What is going through my brain when I’m asleep?


Addendum:

Last night I dreamt that my friend, Rick, was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Maybe dreams I can’t remember of my ex-wife are fine. Let’s go back to that.

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