Good Morning.



It's Saturday and for some it's the weekend, a day of rest or a recovery day from Friday's debauchery. I personally used to call this day, "Hangover shopping day."

My thing was to get coffee and sail the independent and big box book stores. Hungover, I would eagerly search for spiritual solutions to my dismal life.

In my text treasure hunt I would also seek out the great poets. Allen Ginsburg, Jack What's His Face, The Beatnik's, Charles Bukowski or anyone else who would reiterate that my dance with the Devil was purposeful and awakening.

Eventually after years of benders I would find that I was like Larry of the Razor's Edge, tearing up the pages of my book for warmth in some cold, coffin near the sky. O' Somerset Mayhem why has thou forgotten me?

To be a scribe, poet or man of the letters is to be a reader of many pages of the good, had and ugly. It's a gambling tendency to beat the house of God. The house always wins in the end. That's where the Creator resides.

Today, I'm grateful that those days are gone. They are not, however, too distant. It is easy to fall into the trap of power to will and reason. Reason is itself a superstition that central planning knows everything and everything in the Universe can be managed by perception. It's laughable at best.

Today, I bend my knee and start my day praying for forgiveness, strength and the knowledge, not reason, of how to navigate this course today. I'm grateful for the gift of life and I must make the most of this gift by doing my service to God with love and joy being the side effects!

I wish you all the same. This human life is not to be wasted on accumulating treasure of this world. Instead you may find you have treasure by proxy of service or none at all it is not yours it is the Lord's and he will do what it is that needs to be done through us if we let him.