9-11-2019
Meaning
I am searching for meaning, one of the greatest adventures of
life. (Today’s date not being lost on me.)
I haven’t been able to write for a few weeks because my right arm was in
a cast, hand surgery. A lot of meaning
was lost at the loss of writing, I am grateful to have experienced it, makes me
more grateful that I can write. I filled
my thermos this morning at 4 glancing at my new avocado plant in the kitchen
window, spindly now, but holding great hope for me for our future meaning. I am now sitting in the dark watching a kiln,
for me, much like watching the cosmos birth a star, as I tinker with the oxygen
and gas, just a tad, to get great blue flame out the top to let me know the
kiln is filled with carbon and Ox Blood Red glaze is being created, creating
meaning. I have read the Ancient Text,
Revelation, The Future Telling, sitting by this cosmos box roaring and Meaning
is here with me, Present in The Word, In The Future, In The Fire, like The
Master with me, His toddler. I am an old
man, and seismic change is coming for me, a few years in the future but coming
non-the less. When I was young I could
change on a dime but oldness has considerably slowed my willingness, ability, and thoughtfulness of changing. Change,
life change, holds such tremendous potential for meaning one needs to slow to a
totter to ensure that you live aware-ly of the tectonic nature of your life
changing. Revelation chapter 5 moved my
soul to Cosmic Stargazing this morning resurrecting meaning for an aging man
for striving plants, good coffee, firing kilns, writing and sitting quietly
with, “The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the heir to David’s throne.”
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