....a balance challenge
We twist and turn the words in elements to forge.
For me, that power or gift or preoccupation or pain in the arse drive often has me in the Book.
This morning I woke a jumble of water backing up behind the small outlet of writing.
ignoring // acknowledging
compassion // empathy
control // co-existence
Because people have to do what they have to do to survive.
Survival over the ages
Law
"Politics" //"weaponization"
before and after total war, shades of meaning
before and after election, shades of tone(?) But
Psalm 119
28 My soul melteth for heaviness: strengthen me according unto thy word. 50 This IS my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me. 89 For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven. 90 Thy faithfulness is unto all generations: thou hast established the earth, and it abideth. 106 I have sworn, and I will perform it, that I will keep thy righteous judgments. 115 Depart from me, ye evildoers: for I will keep the commandments of my God. 116 Uphold me according unto thy word, that I may live: and let me not be ashamed of my hope.
When I introduced my Dad to a variety of people just hanging out as my Great White Father (I'd been studying our shared history, Native American and other American), my mom said, "He is pretty great." I would have said difficult but was practicing choose your battles. My mother reinforced my choice with a withering look like nobody here is the enemy, we have only ice cream spoons as weapons.
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