“I just go where life is…you know…I just go where I find life.”
Bono ~ rocker phenom, influencer, Jesus Freak.
“I just go where life is…you know…I just go where I find life.”
Bono ~ rocker phenom, influencer, Jesus Freak.
There is a heaviness that permeates the very air we breathe that manifests itself in an unprecedented fear; a fear so ominous that it weaves itself into every conversation and taints everything American, down to the last slice of apple pie.
Come on, baby, get the party started. D. L. Roth ~ Showman, Frontman, Wildman What difference does a decade make? Last week Friday, my family and I celebrated my birthday. For me, the day still brings with it a somber tone. At my surprise birthday party, it was 9...
Who me?… I’m not gifted…I have a past…I don’t like sheep…I don't know how to tweet! Anonomous, Sort of... How did you find me? I didn’t think that anyone would find me here, sunning myself on the banks of the river de-Nile. I can see why some people never leave. All...
Oh Yeah, Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone. ~ J. C. Melloncamp, Storyteller Sometimes, the very best we can hope for is a pause. Life does go on, regardless of who we are, who it is that have joined us on our journey, how many family members visit...
“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” G. Orwell - futurist, humorist, above-average Joe It’s all so confusing. What is the statute of limitations on keeping our own secrets? And when does a secret cross the line and become insurance? I...
There is no point bringing up the name change thing. I am hardly a pup. The last time I brought it up, he shot it down more quickly than a below average Joe could go for his cue cards. What world leader can’t remember his own name? It would be a small world, I suppose. He probably has it sewn on his shirttails, too. By the way, Joe those numbers next two your name aren’t to your phone-a-friend they are the codes to wipe out a sovereign nation; just not our nation Joe, not ours.
I promised him, my person that is, that I would stay off my soapbox. It’s time to let that wound heal. It needs triage if you ask me. But what do I know, I am just a therapy dog.
I know I have been allusive lately, with the pandemic still raging uncontrollably, therapy dogs are in high demand. He even started to subcontract me out to my neighbors to walk with them every day. I do it because I like to help people, besides the money is pretty good, I can make up to $.35 a mile. He only charges me room and board and for my food. Funny, I always see him is with a pocket of Benjamin’s but all I get is change. He keeps referring to them as bitcoins; crypto something, I’m just trying to figure out how to convert them to something I can eat, or better yet, buy a Tesla. Okay, maybe a Tesla is not the best choice for a first car; I heard that a German shepherd, probably Major, was nearly electrocuted when he peed on the tire of one.
Well, I have to go, my next session begins in about 10 minutes. It’s my fifth one today. I would love to fill you in on what he is working on but I’m in the dark. I have been told it’s classified. All I can tell you is I keep hearing him repeating the same equation, 2 + 2 = 4. He must be worried about a math test. All this time, I thought he was smarter than a 5th grader.
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“Hey daddio, I never thought I would live to see you wear a muzzle.”
Ivy, the Wonder Pup. A friend to many, a sidekick to one.
“I just go where life is, you know, I just go where I find life!
~ Bono ~ rocker phenom, influencer, Jesus freak.
In how many ways can we, or should we, be thankful? The short answer would be, how many ways are there?
Where have I been? Currently, I am not at liberty to disclose my location or my assignment but I can that the wonder Pup is thrilled the nightly ice-cream bowls will magically reappear. My take-away, like most have discovered, spending too much time off the grid will lead you to believe that almost anything is true.
Eventually, our vivid imagination will squelch rational thought and present us only with the worst possible outcomes. Not every trip to the mailbox will end with a slip on the ice and a broken hip. It takes a level head listening wise advisors to reoirent our psyche prompting us to consider the likely and the plausible outcomes in addition to only the worst possible. Sure the sidewalk might be icy somewhere, but what are the chances they are here and now?
It takes more than words to be whole, to be a whole being. Just as words educate, embrace and edify, words can effectively denigrate, distort and destroy. It seems like yesterday that three simple sentences spoken in a rage radically changed my perspective on managerial etiquette. The last words I heard before this person stormed out my office were something to the effect, “I hate you, you m$#&$#-f¥£€^[8} a#$$%. Why won’t you let me work my magic? Go to h-e-double hockey-sticks”. Needless to say, this wasn’t a drunken sailor; no offense to drunks or sailors.
Why do the last words we hear stick like Gorilla glue on ones thumb and index finger. We can only embrace words that we choose to hold tightly? How can a few expletive laced sentences, cause so much damage? Where they just words? Not exactly; It was this persons desire to crush and destroy.
Much of the credit, or blame depending on your ideology, rests with those who blocked our access and disconnections to so many. Communities of faith were commanded to heed the pseudo-science of a modern-day Oracle, as if their contribution to our emotional well being was on par with casinos, Hook-a-lounges and cigar bars. His message, although wildly inconsistent, was clear; “Do not meet, do not connect and do not touch.”
There is truth that is undeniable. I realize that the previous sentence is bound to offend some, even put me in the cross-hairs of the social media sensors for challenging the sanctity of their sacred cows, but its a risk I am willing to take. I believe we are the product of intelligent design and are exposed to the truth whether we like or are looking for it. It is all around us.
This truth extends from the farthest star in the deepest galaxy to the tiniest molecule in the smallest hands. There is a Creator that spoke the universe into existence. Second, the Word became flesh to live in a restorative relationship with us. Third, if I want to join him in restoring creation. I need to be where He is active.
It is a beautiful day. It is not because someone said that it will be, It is because I believe that it can be. Why, because if we took out first step before our first breath, we were given a new day, to embrace and be embraced, to love and to be loved, to join a community that will speak the truth in cloaked in compassion. If you prefer solitude, I challenge you to stare at a sunset try to find words to describe color palettes that are indescribable. What we see and experience will remind us, whether it is in or strength or our weakness, we can and do have a place and purpose in His created order.
Our place in not to hide in a bunker and our purpose is not to live a life of self-pity or in de-nile. Our lives are meant to be lived in community, with a purpose, and in peace with ourselves and the One who freely gives life to all who ask.
Our perspectives may need to change. The mountains that we must conquer, that stand in our way, must be reshaped to become mole hills that they really are. As for the sacred cows, they will need to assume their rightful place, coincidentally, next to a baked potato smothered in butter and next to a side of green beens.
You are welcome to join me, I just need to know when to fire up the grill!
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Sure, Ivy, you can call dibs on the hooves.
Al and his faithful, but carnivorous sidekick, Ivy the Wonder Pup.
Ivy, we can’t go back to living in de-nile. We got evicted.
Come on, baby, get the party started.
D. L. Roth ~ Showman, Frontman, Wildman
What difference does a decade make? Last week Friday, my family and I celebrated my birthday. For me, the day still brings with it a somber tone. At my surprise birthday party, it was 9 years ago, thrown by my wife that I was told that, to paraphrase, “I looked like crap.”
Over the years, I have chronicled the event using words and tones ranging from anger and bitterness to those of optimism and hope. If my memory serves me correctly, each was factual but written to capture my feelings about what I was experiencing and what I feared that I eventually would.
This year was different. It was not a day that I wanted to remember or observe; in fact, it was a day that I tried to forget, and with it, many of the dots that peppered the corresponding timeline. But how? Home alone, and with my lovely wife at work, my thoughts of mischief and mayhem quickly turned to feelings of self-pity and isolation.
I decided that I needed a change of scenery but was keenly aware of my invisible teether’s length. Before I knew it, I found myself traveling down a familiar road, one that would, for all practical purposes, only end in one place. But it was not as much the place that I wanted to be; it was a time that I wanted to revisit.
I wanted to reflect on a time when much as asked of me; when the pressures were intense and its taskmasters unrelenting. It was during those few years that I did the unimaginable. With a new baby boy at home and my two girls in middle school, I enrolled in an MBA program at the University of Notre Dame. I was just over 40 years old. It would be a strenuous undertaking even if I were half my age. I thought I needed, to return to the physical place of the time when I was stretched, academically, physically, and emotionally.
It was a beautiful early autumn day, one made for football, but it was Friday, not Saturday. As I walked around campus, taking in the familiar landmarks, the Basilica, the Grotto, and the Golden Dome, memories of accomplishment and camaraderie pushed aside thoughts of self-pity and isolation. It was the I was immersed in a culture that prepared and expected those that entered its halls to achieve much. The list of its alumni or those built upon its legacy reads like a Who’s Who of academia, sports, politics, and entertainment. In academia and civil rights, Father Hesburgh; in sports, Rockne, Montana, Theismann, Holtze, and Perisian. in politics, Condoleeza Rice, Richard Allen, and Judge Napolitano; in entertainment, Regis Filbin. I could go on.
I left that afternoon feeling renewed and energized, but feelings fade quickly and flicker often. I needed so much more than a feeling; I needed to be refreshed and renewed. I needed to be reminded that I was still capable of, and expected to do. I Notre Dame that afternoon willing to accept that my purpose is a work in progress despite the ebb and flow of my feelings. I am still engaged in a battle, one that began on my birthday nine years ago, against a disease that is desperately working to keep me on the sidelines. It is a battle in which I cannot afford to yield an inch if my contribution to the legacy of Notre Dame is worthy and will stand the test of time.
On the drive home, the feelings did what feelings do; they began to yield to the reality from which I was running only this time, those feelings of frailty and fatigue were met with memories of real people, those of whom I was able to encourage and offer my support. I have memories of a time and of actual places that are still standing, that will carry with me a lifetime. To echo the words of Peter, one of my new colleagues who put into perspective my new undertaking, I can’t believe I’m here! Thank you for sharing your sentiments, encapsulated in these five little words, words which kept me from leaving, running back to my comforst zone, that first week of class.
I got more than a feeling from the few hours I spent at Notre Dame; I got part of my story back, my connection to greatness, to charity, and a renewed passion for building on a legacy I was invited to advance and call my own.
That leave me with only one question. Any leftover cake?
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You will have to forgive Ivy. She’s still pouting, she doesn’t understand why I left her home.
Al and his faithful, but ostracized sidekick, Ivy the Wonder Pup.
You lost your insidious mask again, remember?