Tuesday Tuneup 42

Q. Where would you like to be?

A. In a more loving place.

Q. Why did I not expect you to say that?

A. Because I don’t usually say things like that.

Q. Why did you say that this morning?

A. Because it strikes me that I have been hateful.

Q. Hateful toward whom?

A. Isn’t it obvious?  Read my blog.

Q. What makes you think I know how to read?

A. Never mind.

Q. Are you hateful toward an ex-lover?

A. No.

Q. Are you hateful toward a family member?

A. No.

Q. Are you hateful toward an authority figure?  A pastor?  A counselor?  A police officer?

A. No.

Q. Who then?  Who?

A. When it comes down to it, to be honest with you, I’m hateful toward people who do the very same things that I do myself, that I happen to hate, when I do them.

Q. Are you suggesting that you hate yourself?

A. Apparently so.   At times, anyway, this appears to be the case — if you say so.   ;)

Q. Then how can you come to love yourself?

A. That depends on the answer to a certain question.  I would like to ask this question of you, and of all my readers.   Please feel free to answer, as best you can.

Q. What is the question?

The Questioner is silent.  

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Gratitude List 830

(1) I have a roof over my head.  (A lot of people don’t – and for a long time I didn’t either).

(2) Running water.   (There are people all over the world who lack it.)

(3) I can take a shower without having to wait in a long line with people whom I would worry might steal my things while I was showering.   (In fact, this is the first time in years that I have access to a shower without having to deal with other men trying to access the same shower.)

(4) Great 3 1/2 mile run three days ago, and nice 1 1/2 mile run before bedtime last night.  After all these years — specifically, since April 9, 1976 — I still have two strong legs and a good set of lungs.

(5) There are two comfortable spots to sleep in my apartment – a Queen size bed in the bedroom, and a cozy couch in the living room.  For many years, my mattress was three layers of cardboard on a concrete slab.  Nice to get a good night’s sleep.

(6) When I was homeless, my strengths were disregarded and my weaknesses illuminated.  Now that I am indoors, my weaknesses are overlooked, and my strengths revealed.

(7) I used to speak all kinds of misleading falsehoods in order to try and impress people.  Today I speak my truth — and if they don’t like it, don’t believe it, or don’t understand it, c’est la vie.  It’s easier on the spirit to speak the truth plainly, than to try and keep track of all those woeful webs we weave.

(8) This.

(9) I used to live here all alone, and was relieved and grateful, but lonely.   Now I live here with the woman I love — and am inspired, joyful, and fulfilled.  

(10) I was once rich in money, but lacking in faith.  Now I am lacking in money – but I am rich in faith.  I wouldn’t trade my present “poverty” for my past “wealth” for all the money in the world.   May the God of Love be Praised.

 

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Published!

To those of you who might be more accustomed to getting more substantial pieces of prose or poetry published in more prestigious periodicals, my excitement about having been published yesterday may appear to be entirely unwarranted.  Therefore, I will try to subdue it.

As I mentioned earlier, I submitted three short pieces of prose to a San Francisco Bay Area newspaper called Street Spirit.  The pieces I submitted were Homeless Tinge, I Told Them I was Homeless, and A New Pair of Glasses.   Yesterday, I was informed that “A New Pair of Glasses” had been published – although the publisher change the title to A New Way of Seeing.  I didn’t mind the change, however, in light of its having been published.  I also find the layout to be very professional, and the illustrations to be marvelous.  Both are duplicated here below, with a link to the story itself sandwiched between them.  

Scavengers-1

A New Way of Seeing

Forgotten

The publisher Terry Messman offered to send some hard copies of the newspaper to my home address here in Moscow.  If anybody wants one, please leave a message on my Contact Page, and we’ll take it from there.  

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