Right now, I want a real JOB.

I got the skills.  I got the time and I have the enthusiasm and motivation.  I just don't seem to be able to get a JOB in my chosen profession. ;-(

No comments about feeling sorry for myself, please, or I will come by your house.

Yes, I know where you live.  Everyone else does too.  It's Amerika.  Get over it.

To learn, to me, at least, the seemingly secret code for getting, or letting, Others to see me as I truly am without any fearful projections. 

Some days, I feel the same frustration that young black men must feel walking down the street together.  Ever since I was really small, I have known that many people respond to me from a fearful place.  Also, since I was little, I have known that what Others fear has nothing to do with me.  But I've never understood how to help people who are already frightened deal with issues of acceptance without fearful projection.

And sooo many people are already frightened.

I believe this knowledge is key to the next step of MY peacemaking adventure.

Will I go to Vietnam?

My wife and I just ate my Grandma's famous homemade biscuits, which I made for us.

Today, I am afraid that a forklift could not lift my spirits. I'm down and having trouble picking myself up.  Not sure I need help yet though.

Please note that this "myself" is different from the "MY-Self" that I usually write about here.  I know the difference and MY BIG "MY-self" is doing just fine.  Thank God --  and I do not use the "G-word" lightly.

The little "myself" is having a little difficulty getting along in the physical world today.

Even thinking about writing this seems cornball to me, but I'm originally from OhiO for god's sake, whaddya expect from me?  And I do not use the "g-word" lightly.

There is a moment right before I fall asleep, when MY Wife's knee is against my hip and I'm snuggled under the covers with her, when I think, This wouldn't be so bad a way to spend eternity . . . .  I've told MY Missus about this feeling once, or twice, but though I know she understands, I don't think she knows what I mean.

Even as a child, I didn't believe in some BIG Upstairs Place with Golden Gates and "flights of angels" singing me to my rest.  I was a Pentecostal youth minister, so I've had quite a lot of hellfire and brimstone, but I never believed in that either: ALWAYS arguing for Jesus as Love, kindness and forgiveness, with ALL of MY Bible School teachers.  I have always been awed by what I first called God's Creation, but I no longer believe that the World had any sort of god-creator either.

I'm wishy-washy about reincarnation, but I know that the particles that are now ME are not going to go anywhere, unless another Republican gets elected.  I'm okay with MY body being worm-food; I've only been borrowing it anyway, but I do not know what happens after I am no longer in this body: Nor do I care overmuch.

Nor do I think very much about what will happen after I leave this World.  For me, ALL that stuff is like astrology: FUN to think about occasionally, but of little use to hungry children without shoes, convicts working to reform, or recovering drug addicts.