Alone

My wife thinks I’m crazy.

Wait. Let me finish that thought.

My wife thinks I’m crazy because.

…Urgh, that’s not right either!

My wife thinks I’m crazy because I like Quiet. Yes, quiet with a Capital ‘Q’. I like to be home, alone, no sounds, no lights – nothing. Is that normal?

I don’t know and I don’t really care. It allows me to decompress, detach and dissolve just a little bit of my stress and frustrations into the darkness and quiet. I think that it is important for each one of us to get some of that quiet time. It allows us to feel things we wouldn’t otherwise be able to experience with all of the noise and distractions that we encounter for the other 23.5 hours a day. And maybe…just maybe we can spend a bit of time talking to God.

Do you ever just talk to God? Most people that I run into think that a prayer has to be some formal, ‘Dear God…’ type of invocation. But it doesn’t have to be. Someone once told me that writing is just talking on paper. I take the same approach to silent prayer. It’s just talking to God like he was sitting right next to you. And the great thing is … he actually listens! Unlike the other 94% of people you encounter everyday, God will hang on your every word as if it were the most moving poetry ever crafted.

And to Him – it is.

Peace.

“Is your arm really broken?” Or “Why I think everyone is lazy!”

I decided to go with the ‘Rocky & Bullwinkle’ style of titling. Just like a recording artist, I gotta give props to my inspiration. Boris and Natasha, this is for you.

Fantasy: Off.

Now back in the real world, I’m beginning to wonder when people will stop even pushing buttons to open a door. My gripe? People who are not handicapped using the handicapped button on those automatic doors. HELLO! How lazy have we become when we won’t even open our doors anymore?

I could understand, even probably agree with it, if you had your arms full of groceries, or small children … or 70 lbs of prosciutto ham – anything! But walking down the hall and pushing the button and then waiting, while people pile up behind you, for the door to open. And me – standing agape in sheer astonishment.

Okay, the door I was waiting for is open now … guess I’ll close this one out. Peace.