I’m boggled by the linkage and relationship of the words community and communicate. They bring to mind A stranger in a strange land. I have never read that particular book. Some claim that book is a classic. Some claim so much about so much that it makes my head spin and my heartache, i.e. community, communicating—head spin—talking heads—heartache.
I ponder, for you see, I have time to ponder, not immortal time, but time still, and I embrace pondering and all that pondering offers and entails. I move toward much pondering and never leave my chair. For me pondering can consume an entire day, and just as enlightenment of some particular ponder arrives—night falls. Night is falling forever, forever falling—BOOM! There are 24 hours in a day, the day man has segmented in Gods world, and even in sleep, pondering pounds at me. I think that’s called ruminating, or insomnia, take your pick. And that leads to walking through the house at night pondering and Gerty inevitably calls out to me in a groggy voice, “is that you walking and pondering again?” Lets move on.
I understand and believe the term motivation precedes action. Action only functions after motivation causes something to happen. Got that from the book:
Undoing Depression: What Therapy Doesn’t Teach You and Medication Can’t Give You, by Richard O’Conner. I have been pondering that as well with all the other ponders piling up on me. Both clergy and PHD’s have commended me on finding this book. Well, seems I did something right. Ponder that one Gerty!
Where were we? Perhaps we were no where, but I was/am somewhere seeking understanding to this community and communication quandary I’m in—I am the stranger in a strange land failing to communicate in the language of community.
Mutiny in not the order of the day here, nor is disorder or disharmony the lay of the land, but on all, (and this I believe) God has His hand. His plan is…. and if we read it and heed it, (The Bible) we’ll be fortunate to be among those who see the Word, feel the Word and the Holy Spirit will lead us to motivation and pondering—THE TRUTH.
Can I get an AMEN for the TRUTH???
I professed and confessed at the beginning of this confused confluence of chatter that I was motivated to seek and speak on communicate and community, their meaning and impact on me, nothing more. I am not a teacher, preacher, theologian or a bible wiz, I’m a blues musician. I know the blues, but this communication and community are giving me the blues.
Do you see? Or are you blinded by my inept ability to communicate? Here’s the deal: I see: (a) you, (b) me (c) God, a not so holy trinity per say, but three very vital pieces of a multifaceted puzzle called life. Maybe it’s only my life that is missing these pieces that make up the whole picture. Picture it as you see it. The picture lives, beginning to end, of that there is no doubt, but I’m stuck again at this very moment in time by those dang words community and communicate, and my mind suddenly floods with words of a teacher known as The Teacher:
King James Version (KJV)
1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
2 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
3 What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
Here I sit at my Mac and rack my brian to try to communicate in a wrestling match with words I’ve no right to use to solve my conundrum with communicating and community, and all I’ve done is play head games with myself in thinking I’m some sort of thinker, hoo ha! I should just play my guitar, but then there’s a discussion of what it is THEY want me to play!!
Humbug, (the Dickens you say Charles, I admit to plagiarism pure and simple with that one). Oh by your leave confusion, leave me be, let me return to the land from which I came, and leave these endless, timeless arguments and rhetoric about communication and community to those who believe they know, for surly I am not one of you, and my head bends and heart aches with exasperation when your looks speak what your lips do not: dismay, confusion and wonder at what the heck it is I’m talking ’bout.
The end began at the beginning.