May 27, 2022

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Harbor River Mooring 08/24/2015 Oil Paint Rendered — St. Helena Island, South Carolina
If Republicans are elected, children will die.

Pass the word.

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Peaks of Otter 10/29/2019 B Oil Paint Rendered — Blue Ridge Parkway, Bedford, Virginia
Where do your interests lie?
What do you love to do with your time?
How do your virtues and your original nature
weave themselves through your life?

We owe it to them to bring them forth
within the circumstances of each here/now,
and to enjoy them
as one might enjoy the company 
of good friends and family.

How often do you enjoy
your virtues and your original nature?

How long has it been?

Devote yourself to bringing them forth
and working them into
the rest of your day.

Don't go to bed without having done it.

Do it again tomorrow...

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Old Sheldon Church Ruins 04 11-12-2017 Oil Paint Rendered — Yemassee, South Carolina
As I write (at 5:50 AM, Eastern U.S. time)
a summer storm is storming 
and lights are flickering.
A reminder of how close to the edge of everything
we all live,
assuming that everything we need
will always be within reach,
when, in truth,
we are always on thin ice
with the wolf at the door,
but who can live knowing that?

Bring on the circuses
and don't forget the bread!

Distractions and diversions
help mightily with denial,
and where would we be without that.

If we elect Republicans,
children will die.
But, don't say that!
Leave us with our illusions!
Tell us sweet things!
Reassure us that all is well,
and will be forever,
or, at least until we have breathed our last.
Then it can all go to hell.

What?
Hiding from truth?
Waiting to die?
That is no way to live!

We have been abandoned and forsaken
by a culture seeped in deception
and misdirection--
to the point where we beg to be lied to,
and live to not-know what is happening,
deliberately, 
if subliminally,
so.

No one can handle the truth these days.
Col. Nathan R. Jessup knew us well.
Everybody lies
and begs to be lied to.
It is a sham,
a con,
a joke,
a farce.
a charade,
a facade,
a masquerade,
a travesty
and we do not care.

We demand it,
insist upon it.
Are addicted to it.
And beg for more lies.

Because we don't think anything is there,
and cannot bear knowing that is so.

We are living the wrong kind of emptiness,
creating the world
we refuse to face
and cannot live in.
Scaring ourselves into hiding from everything.

We have to stop caring what our chances are,
and trust ourselves
to have what it takes
to live with nothing
and make the best of anything.

That is what we started with!
We came naked from the jungles
and the caves!
We know how to do this!
How to find the way to The Way
that is The Way!

With nothing more to work with
than our original nature
and the virtues packed in us 
right out of the womb.

We only have to trust that it is so
to know that it is!

Fear is the only thing holding us back.

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Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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