I miss Colorado. but, I don’t know if I miss that place, or its potential, more. that’s also where I became a fireman and EMT. That was when and where some of the most vitally GREAT moments of my life were realized. I probably would still be there, but my life blew up when I lost control of my company and the regulators stepped-in. thank God for all of it, maybe.
while still there, I recall that a very wise and older man once said to me, “this is God’s country (Colorado), but, the Devil is in it”. so, I always take the position that Colorado is “Chinese Interesting”.
I’m on something of a new and scary-interesting path that has a lot to do with a squirrel and the “burning platform” memo.
and, then another crazy twist in the road occurred this very morning when once of my coaching clients failed to appear but I met Doug and Al. for months Al was the guy that just pissed me off because he smoked near my table. today he’s an example of how I want to live much of my life. damn… thirty minutes can shift an entire lifetime. I need to be mindful of that every time I meet or work with everyone. every minute counts when you’re on a “burning platform”.
man, the latter is galvanizing and life-changing.
I have so many questions. and, oddly, I’m realizing more and more each day that the simplest answers are literally all around me, and just, and agonizingly so, within reach. it’s almost like drowning with the promise of the surface achingly close to ones fingertips.
more-and-more I blog less-and-less, but allow my inspiration to surprise me.
thusly, today, I found myself reading a comment from a friend regarding a prior post, does God have a fake ID?read it if you must; both the post and the comments. do it!
either way, I’ll simply share my response thinking it might make for it’s own goodly addition to my posterical (if that’s not a real word, it soon will be) thinking.
“Thank you, Barbara. I found myself reminiscing about little Talia only last week. I’ll trust you to give Adam and the girls, collectively, a big hug for me.
Meanwhile, I’ve always had faith in myself and God. I was, from time-to-time, uncertain about specific events like the resurrection.
But, I’ve come to worry about the details less, and the objectives and God’s influence through them more.
I’ll reinvestigate Wagner to refresh myself on the controversial perspective. But, your words remind me that I’m reasonably certain that the roots of faith realized themselves with primordial man’s fear of nature and natural events such as lightning and death.
How many of us, despite our link along evolution, can’t fathom fading to black followed by absolute nothingness? Right there, our minds create a solution that is first founded in hope and then given life through discernment, form, and practice.
God gave us life, he rewards all of our efforts with death, but we hope the next step is another life.
That said, I still want a life well-lived for myself and others. And, any doubts I have mean I’m no hypocrite because my efforts could very well go unrewarded other than in the localized results. Is that the ultimate “testament” of moral courage – perhaps transactional transparency?
I can, at best, hope, I’ll find out. I am genuinely curious. Curiosity is also another hierarchal gift from God and his evolutionary process. That leads us to questions. And, ultimately all questions lead to one form of faith or another.”
Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.
You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.
So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.
All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman - and, authentic.
brian cork by John Campbell
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