Certain recent events have resulted in the need for an introspection in retrospect and come to the realization that more circumspection is needed in my dialogue, primarily in messaging and texts.
Circumspection is a new task I must come to bear with as much competence and energy I can muster.
All my life I have enjoyed the written word, my own attempts at swaying or impacting in some way others on any given issue, but primarily in the realm of politics. That passion for writing has yet to abate even as I near the end of my personal journey.
Alas, my target audience does not seem to have read or in any way been influenced by my Cornfield perspective, which often is at odds with others living on the coasts. Yet even within my own, what should be, sphere-of-influence there has not even been a ripple.
How right Jesus was when He said that a prophet is not without honor except in his hometown.
With my current condition, facing the dark night with Chooey at my side, but not another human soul, I tend to message and text the only sources I have with whom to vent, to talk, to attempt to pop the pressure valve and remain stable.
Unfortunately, in doing so, facing an unexpected dilemma of a child facing the Great Beyond before the parents, my words have too often been the fodder, the kindling for unnecessary anxiety and uproar, causing undue stress and pain.
Therefore, be it resolved (how’s that for moving to a New Year’s resolution?) I will maintain circumspection in my texts and messages which do not convey a warped signal of alarm and emergency rather than simply speaking for the therapeutic effect resulting for me personally.
Yesterday I was noting what a day it was. I was not wrong!
Thursday this time, the temperature was around 60 degrees, shrouded in dreariness, fog and rain. This morning, the mercury is at 20 degrees, blowing snow coming down over an tenth to two-tenths of an inch of ice. Before all is said and done, up to eight inches of white stuff may fall.
The snow is currently coming down heavy. There is a grayness to the day, but without the dreariness of yesterday.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den this wintry Friday.
And how is your start to the holiday weekend going?