Work-An Extension of Me?

Is the work that I do an extension of me or is it merely a means to a material end? I often examine if whatever work I am doing at the time have spiritual implications for the world. In my search to find meaning in life, I have to explore how the 8 to 10 hours of each work day fits into this analysis. I have to find meaning or  admit that I am waisting time. The cognitive dissonance must be dealt with! OK so to find meaning in work for me is to delve deep, whether I am washing dishes, serving coffee or asking for allot of money, which is what I do now, I must take the deep dive and find answers. To go deep is to take this moment out of the 8-10 hours that I will spend today to say, "why?" am I here? In being still, in writing this now, the response back is, "to serve". It sounds so cliche but it's the answer to me. What other answer could there be, other than to make money to buy "stuff". Well I have to buy some stuff or other people won't have their 8-10 hours of work to do. I feel myself beginning to ramble now, which means that I should continue to write, except, I need to get back to serving, connecting, working. Have a good day.

Peace, Over and Out

Debra

Blooming Where I'm Planted?

I have lived in Harlem, Brooklyn, Bronx, Savannah, Los Angeles, New York again, Indiana, Ohio, Germany, North CArolina, Panama, North Carolina again, and Georgia again. Like my late Grandpa Wallace I found myself constantly moving, changing. As I begin my life as a blogger, I am searching for my niche, my theme, my key words, my place in the world. It's more difficult than I'd thought and no wonder, look at how many times I have tried to make a home for myself in new places, boring places, exotic places, old places, sweet places, mean places, dangerous places.

When I was being interviewed for a doctoral program the professor said that I had a wide range of careers. I went into the meeting , proud to have the opportunity to share with enthusiasm how cool I was to have made so many successful transitions. I'm flexible, I'm adaptable I thought,  but quickly I read the professor's facial expression to mean, something all together different, something not so enthusiastic. I think I see some common thread but I'm not quite sure what I'm seeing, he said. At that moment I as mortified. Had I been fooling myself for what is probably have of my life that change, and lots of it, was in fact more a sign of discontent and uncertainty than the other cool attributes I had hoped would be clear to anyone?

For the first time in a long time, I had to take a couple of steps back. I had to decide, had I been blooming or running? Was I a mere opportunist or making very strategic, intelligent choices that enhanced my life and my family's life for the better?

As I develop my key words, find my niche in this blogging world, for sure one of the themes that I see emerging, is that I have had a life, that's constantly changed. With each change came a quest for community, another key word. Ah,  it's becoming more and more clear!

Peace, Over Out

DTD

Mondays

I work basically a 9 to 5 and these days Mondays come all too quickly. It's not that I don't like Mondays but it now seems that my two back to back days off end in a moment. It scares me that life is going so fast. I long for time to stand still and I keep trying to remember if ever there was a time when it did. I keep thinking that maybe when I was in college or elementary school but as I think on it, I think life has always passed in a flash. Wise people often say that it is important to live in the moment. In the Christian faith, there is a huge emphasis on not getting too far ahead of ones self, that the grace that we need is sufficient for the moment we are in. It's no wonder that I find myself so anxious so often. Reliving the past, the good times and the hurts, take allot of energy. God knows that predicting and commisserating about the future is exhausting! It's no wonder that Mondays come so quickly.

Peace Over and Out

DT Day

Mean People

I am often curious about why people are mean to each other. I usually think the most about it when I experience my own encounter. The worst is the person who doesn't know me, has no desire to get to know me but hates me anyway. I don't get it. They say the reason that it's so hard to have peace on earth is because peace is harder than war. I think that I agree with that. To not connect with me is allot easier than it would be to get to know me. To know someone is to spend time with them. You've got to find out where they're from, whether they had parents and if their parents loved them. Do they have siblings, uncle, aunts, and did those people treat them with respect or were they abused and bruised. I am extremely curious about mean people because what I know for sure is that somewhere in their journey, they were bruised and it hasn't healed. So my prayer is that all the bruised people of the world be fully restored and know the love and healing that only comes from knowing a loving GOD.

Peace-Over and Out
DTD