Entanglement

This is for the stub savers, the general admission stage sardines, the band groupies, the camp out for days to get tickets, music junkies. You've been waiting for months. The night is finally here. You spend all day getting psyched for the show. Maybe you and your friends skipped school, got high, danced around your room, sang into a hairbrush, and listened through three foot high Kenwoods to the band. Nothing else mattered, just you your best buds and the music. Shoulder to shoulder with your friends and hundreds of kindred strangers, multitudinous shouts come in waves from the nosebleeds and roadies criss-cross the stage setting up. The energy is tangible. The lights go down and the crowd roars. You smell the amps as they come alive infusing with stale beer, weed and the sound of a thousand voices that hit you squarely in the heart. There is no feeling quite like it...always made me cry. I'm glad I got to experience that. I'm glad my daughters did too, because it may just...

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I wish I could go back to 1970’s summertime, my youth spent on a ten acre homestead farm in Crossville, Tennessee. Times were simpler then, happier. The biggest decision of the day was whether or not to shake a little salt on the watermelon Papaw had just plucked from the garden and Mamaw had sliced open with a big ol’ kitchen knife. In the shade of a huge oak tree, on a weathered old picnic table clothed by the Sunday funnies, we joyfully ate until we were full. Laughter abounded at all the sticky faces, hands, forearms and elbows as we made our way to the hose pipe to wash off. Drinking ice cold well water out of a warm, green garden hose is my childhood. It was okay to run barefoot in the yard, ride in the bed of a pick-up truck to the corner store, eat grapes right off the vine and sour apples off the tree. Sometimes, I’d sneak a piece of Papaw’s bitter horehound candy before dinner, which was harvested right out of the garden...corn, cabbage, tomatoes, cucumbers, string beans and ...

Friends, I have been seeking God's comfort these last months, for obvious reasons, and the message He speaks to me over and over and over again is... don't be afraid . I was confused at first, because the only thing that truly frightens me about all of this nonsense is the collective response to it. I believe there is something much more sinister ahead, something so unimaginable that He is preparing my heart in advance of what is to come. Awake, and fervently seeking the Truth during these unprecedented times, I've seen some believers become the wrong kind of sheep.     "...the sheep hear His voice and come to Him; and He calls His own sheep by name and leads them out." I implore you to open your eyes, open your minds and hearts to Jesus, our Good Shepherd. Things are never going to be as they once were, they just aren't, no matter how obedient you are to the powers that be...you are serving the wrong master! I'm no biblical scholar, I am deeply flawed an...

Last night, I watched a documentary on Netflix called Magnetic, directed by Thierry Donard (he's brilliant, look him up). From surfing the giant waves of Nazaré Canyon, Portugal to speed flying in the mountains of New Zealand, Donard captures elite daredevil athletes at the top of their game doing what they do best, and gives the viewer some of the most breathtaking scenes cinematography has ever given us. I encourage you to watch it, even if you have no interest in extreme sports! This amazing planet on which we live, truly is miraculous. Now, I'm no activist, but we really do need to take better care of her. All Native cultures know this instinctively and yet some dismiss them as primitive. I dare say they are more spiritually aware and evolved than modern day "civilization." Take a look around you...are we acting like responsible citizens of humanity, or are we behaving like sniveling children who don't know any better how to manage our emotions? Ever...

If there's one thing that this worldwide shit show has proven to me, it's just how fast Life as we know it can change. I'm fifty-two, clearly, I know how fast life can change, but n-o-t-h-i-n-g on this scale has happened in my lifetime. How many of us rode (or are still riding) the roller coaster of emotions in the days and weeks after COVID19 became a part of our daily vocabulary?! For me, it has become a chance to embrace, and practice living in the present moment. The one thing that I can control during these unprecedented times, are my feelings surrounding all of it...so I stopped the roller coaster and got off. I wake each morning and give thanks to God for Life, for the chance to spend another day with my beautiful daughters and our crazy Belgian Malinois. Starting each day with an expression of genuine thanksgiving sets a positive tone, keeps the demons at bay and I often experience overwhelming gratitude for little things: lilies in bloom, birds singing, cool mo...

God may sometimes seem slow answering your prayers, but He is never late.