The Beloved Path

I grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s. Deep South, Pensacola, Florida. Episcopalian Mother, Assembly of God Grandparents. My Father pretty much walked away from anything religious, be it practice or conversation.

Pop AM radio was my window to the world. Discovered the Beatles just as they broke up. Didn’t matter, bought all the records. The “hippie” movement for lack of better terminology, was quietly ingrained in my spirit. The spirit that said it was not only good to question things of life, but necessary. A spirit that said it was ok to take a different road. Looking back it’s easy for some to poke fun at the “hippie’s”, but aside from the natural missteps that come with pioneering, the spirit of that movement had a good, true heart.

My Maternal side stayed in the North after arriving in this country somewhere around 1631. My Paternal side approximately 1670, making their way through Virginia, North and South Carolina, and into South Alabama. Fear was a part of our spiritual lives. Part of the makeup that laid some of our foundation. While fear was alive, it wasn’t alone. Shame was there too. The Episcopalian side didn’t operate with as much fear, but the falling short brought shame. Pretty lethal combination.

Back to the “hippies” ! While much of my culture thought this new generation was cause for all the worlds ills, my Mother directly and my Father quietly tapped me into a deep belief in the goodness of people. To live and let live. They saw the spirit more than the outward appearance. That it was just a generation asking questions and drawing some lines in the sands of “it’s always been this way- so it’s the way it’s always gonna be”. My folks weren’t hippies by any stretch, but they shared an optimism that things usually work out well. They wanted my sister and I to enjoy the natural gifts of this life. The beauty and simplicity that God has created. Sounds a little commune-ish, doesn’t it !? Sounds like Jesus to me !

I was listened to by my elders. I was given a voice and they were quietly teaching me to use my ears. I don’t really know if this post has a point or if I’m just exercising a few old ghosts that seem to dog my trail from time to time. In the shadows of the upcoming elections, Car dealer ads in the morning, and media in general, it makes me wonder if listening and not just hearing is a part of culture anymore. Is someone else’s point of view honored at all. With the political process it seems like the headlines are something important, you know, those issues are what we want to sink our teeth into, but it all fades away after the last word of the headline. The body of the story is always nonsense. It’s shuck and jive, the old shell game. I wonder where conversation went to; whether it be about Gays, Right to Life, Republican, Democrat, Iran, Korea, Christianity, Native America, the list goes on and on. I really believe if you could sit quietly and talk with people that we’d find we are a hell of a lot closer to each other than we think. It’s the ones, the loud ones that garner TV time that divide us. This isn’t the depth of truth, but meant to be a place where the exchange of thought is made.

As I grow older and move around this beautiful circle of life I am seeing things from an angle that I never even knew existed much less would have believed in. It’s wonderful to listen. It’s a honor, for all of the ones we point fingers at, are all from the same Maker. Muskogee people call it the Beloved Path. They were right , it is. Paths have bridges not walls. Just trying to stay connected to and in harmony with the Creator, the Master of Breath.

Ok, as usual I don’t know how much sense all of that made, but also as usual, I’m not going to edit, and just going to let it slip on out there and hope one line, maybe just one resonates with someone.


Towing The Party Line

Where do you go for truth these days? Your local priest, pastor or rabbi ? CNN or Fox? Do we say something is true when it reinforces they way we already think? When we are challenged do we turn away? Are we sold by the rhetoric ? It’s pretty confusing to me, especially if you approach things as if you might possibly be wrong about some things, that you might actually have something to learn. I don’t know if we see that happening too often. It sure seems like the world or at least the world on TV is in no short supply of opinions, and those opinions may very well be more important than digging deep for some truth.

There’s some things I believe are true. I believe most folks that co exist on this planet with us are looking for the same things out of life. They hope for family and love. They hope for safety, maybe watch a few good sunsets. Laugh. I guess I also believe in the good of people and that they will generally do the right thing. I believe most folk have the same desire to know why they are here, how they got here, and who God really is.

Politics gets more confusing the deeper you dig. It’s a horrible place to be most times. You want to know more, to be more informed, but when you do, you walk away more confused and generally pissed off that truth isn’t something they are interested in. That’s a lousy view for sure. Maybe it’s just a necessary evil. The wars and the young men and women that have died in them only to advance a political agenda disgusts me to no end. It seems very few have been just. I think of myself as a patriot and a warrior foe the real deal, when you are truly defending home, country and family. What would Jesus say about the history of wars? All of that killing, my God….

So I don’t really know what this post is about, where it came from and certainly where it goes. Sometimes it’s just good to get words out and hopefully shake up someone to where they respond and I will learn a new angle. See things from another side, and hopefully learn and be more humble and appreciative of others views.

Maybe truth isn’t so easy to define, maybe it’s kind of like the post on reality. Maybe it has too many faces. Maybe we are just too busy being human. One day I hope to be able to ask the Maker, “when you look down, what do you think?”. I hope He does so with a good dose of humor. We must be quite a sight.

Thanks for lending me your ear !

Feeling Like Summer

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Summer is more than a season for me. It’s a state of mind, It’s a pace of life. It’s a way of being. I think my life has always led me in the perpetual state of summer !


Summer is carefree, relaxed, and worry free. It’s sun tans and good waves, cold beer and sunsets.  It’s fine tuning the art of ditching responsibilities  that can be ditched without severe repercussions.

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Any why not? Really, what is the rush? To go where, to accomplish what? I’m all for productivity, but working yourself to the bone all day, all year, to find your worth. Well good for ya if that’s your path. I’d rather live simply, I guess, and try to be in the moment as it happens. As the truly good stuff is unfolding. When I’m with my children, I try my best to be in that moment. To watch them, soak them up. They are among the greatest of blessings.

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I don’t have any answers for mankind. I’m doing my best to ask the real questions that will help navigate my life to a place of relative happiness and connectedness. Trying to pause long enough to notice what I had spent my younger years blowing by.

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Before you click off this page relegating yourself to what you may already you think of me, hold on, just for a second. I know we have to work and I’ve been around long enough to know there’s a great deal of satisfaction in work. Lifes work. Something good for the soul, not just the pocketbook. I’m in for all of that good stuff. I guess maybe what I’m talking about is balance,. That gentle point of where all seems good. Hawaiians would call it Aloha. Navajos would say it’s Hozho. Harmony and balance in life.


So if you don’t dig summer, give her a shot. She is warm and cozy, and will let your troubles slide right off her back into a wonderfully warm breeze that will remind you of what you really need to be happy.glenn and k 2