Memories and Voice

Today I went for a run.

run = long walk with small bits of jogging at a slow pace

Along the way I was feeling pretty good about my jog.  It brought back fond memories of the half marathon.  At the beginning of the half marathon all was good.  I was running with a large group of eager participants; the energy level was at its peak; the course at the beginning is slightly downhill.  This morning I was remembering how I ran past my friend Roy.  Roy was also running for World Vision so I recognized him with his identifying shirt.  I smiled at him as I passed him and said, “Go World Vision.”  He smiled back.


That memory triggered a different memory of the half marathon.  At the half way point I saw another World Vision participant.  She sported the World Vision shirt, but I didn’t know her.  She was at the half way point because she was waiting to receive the hand off from her partner who was running the first half of the race.  I turned my head to wave at her and then I took a fall which was painful.

Almost immediately that memory stopped me in my tracks this morning.

Memories are powerful aren’t they?  Painful ones can still hurt even after years have passed.  Great ones never fail to flood us with joy and peace and love.


Memories are fascinating.  I recommend this podcast from The Hidden Brain.  It is long, but worth the time.  (click on this link to hear it)


For those of us who have voices which speak to us….I’ve posted this before, but it’s marvelous so I want to share again:

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

My spiritual director said it this way: “Don’t fight the critical voices.  Recognize them, invite them in to have a cookie, then, after a bit, kindly show them the door.”

Don’t think about a pink elephant.  Sometimes the more you tell yourself not to think about something, the more you think about it.



The Hidden Brain episode…so interesting…how we remember, why we remember, what we remember.  Our brains are AMAZING.

I know some of you do not believe in God.  I think that is largely because the way the western church defines God is sooooooooo limiting.  Many of us, we can’t make sense of this small image of God.  Some disbelieve.  Others don’t question.  And still others flounder back and forth between faith and doubt.

I think God is soooooo much bigger than we can imagine.


Yucky Yucca and I spent some time together this morning.  She sure is prickly.


What is one of your favorite memories from a vacation?

I remember a cruise we took to Alaska:  food, beauty, frustration, cold, warm, cards.

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