Second Thoughts ~ COVID-19 Lessons Learned Part II

Greetings Dear Reader,

As we continue in our long-darkened siege, my tongue is still firmly sequestered in my cheek.  I have not, however, quarantined my ability to see the humor in some of this.  We must laugh.  We must not take ourselves too seriously.   

1. When posting humorously about a pandemic, do not mention burning bridges because some people are idiots.
2. When predicting a post-quarantine baby boom, consider that you are also telling people to stay six feet apart.  Can someone explain the physics of this? (Remember that this is a PG-13 BLOG [I am not seeking instructions {Sanitize your brain}])
3. Tofu is not that bad with enough hot sauce and vegetables.
4. Toilet paper calculators are not very accurate.
5. Shop towels, roll cut in half, are cheaper as TP and require only half as many sheets (Do not ask how I know this [I am not out of TP {Stop judging me}]).
6. Those who hoarded all the cheese do not need all the TP.
7. Some TV series should not be binge-watched.  That many episodes of Criminal Minds or Friends will mess with your head.
8. Auto parts stores are using shop towels for TP.
9. The movies Coatigan and Outbreak should not be watched back to back.
10. One can shower in one’s pajamas then hang them to dry in the shower.
11. The axiom, “the only way to get ALL your laundry clean is to do your laundry naked” has been proven to be true (Reported by a friend [I have always believed this {Stop judging me}]).
12. When making home-made saline solution for eye-drops and nasal spray, one should let it cool before testing it.
13. You smell worse than you think you do so take more showers.
14. People will write a three-page response when they do not get the joke.
15. The Netflix “Are you still watching” pop-up feels like a car warranty robocall.
16. The Restaurant at the end of the Galaxy is only offering carry-away.
17. There is an end to the internet and I have found it (It did not take that long [I have been searching for years {Stop judging me}]).

I continue to build my lessons learned list.  Please feel free to add your thoughts on this.  We are concluding some interesting experiments with cheese.  I know where my towel is.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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EVERY HUMAN STORY IS PART OF THE GREAT STORY THAT LEADS TO THE FATHER GETTING EVERYTHING BACK TO GOOD.

  

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Say What You Need to Say – Isolated Areas

Greetings Dear Reader,

There are places in me that are isolated from others.  When Avalon left I closed a door that I have yet to reopen.  I am not talking about romance but rather about that deep rooted part of me that I show to so very few people.

When a marriage ends there are things forced on the one who wishes to remain married.  There is a type of isolation imposed for which there is no solace outside of Christ.  I know that all things work together for good.  I know that I do not always see that truth in the moment.

Things like my heart and dreams have no counterpart to listen to their story and hopes.  The isolation from understanding, compassion, and intimacy is hard as well.  I think that my flaw so overshadow my capacity to love that it makes enduring life with me an untenable position.

I am not feeling sorry for myself.  As with all things I am trying to be real about the struggles and questions that I have in hopes that it will benefit someone else.  I also have the flaw of believing things that others do not. 

There is a way to endure this isolation and some days I do it well.  Other days are a constant battle against loneliness and tattered thoughts.  Some activities still bring painful memories that attempt to whither my faith and determination to do what is right.

In all of it there is one thing.  It all forces me to depend on Christ.  The long dark is mine to travel whether I will it or not.  It does not matter what I want.  How I behave with what is there shows my faith and determines my following. 

Every moment I am in the nexus of choice.  The choice is to follow through the void with only the light of Christ as my beacon or to try and satisfy my wants at any cost.  The choice is to realize that even in the isolated barren places of my heart I am not alone.  The vast emptiness composed of moments is full of potential.  That potential is only realized in Christ and trusting that he has all my needs under his care.

Nexus – Dan Fogelberg

Across the vein of night

There cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon

On the edges of our sight

At the point of total darkness

And the lights divine divide

A soul can let its shadow stretch

And land on either side -- either side.

And balanced on the precipice

The moment must reveal

Naked in the face of time

Our race within the wheel

As we hang beneath the heavens

And we hover over hell

Our hearts become the instruments

We learn to play so well.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light.

Outside the pull of gravity

Beyond the spectral veil

Within our careful reasoning

We search to no avail

For the constant in the chaos

For the fulcrum in the void

Following a destiny

Our steps cannot avoid.

Across the vein of night

There cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon

On the edges of our sight

At the point of total darkness

And the lights divine divide

A soul can let its shadow

Stretch and land on either side.

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light.

In a spiral never-ending

Are we drawn towards the source

Spinning at the mercy of an unrelenting force

So we stare into the emptiness and fall beneath the weight

Circling the Nexus in a fevered dance with fate --

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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