There is so much that I can say to show what James says is full of contradictions. But, I prefer to just say hello James. Hope life has been treating you well. Or at least treating Him well?? Sorry, easily confused. My bad. Oops, I did it again. Guess I am just not that innocent.

Love is basically what it’s all about. Respect goes a long way. As far as death is concerned I guess the best option is to go out like a warrior. Accept what you can’t change and lean into the inevitable, quietly, but very profound. Pursue peace and joy, there’s plenty of hard times that come on their own. In my eyes, spirituality should be summed up in the peace and joy in your life, even if you’re not spiritual at all. Happy 4th everybody! I’ll be eating some good food pretty soon.

Did I read that right? James called me the devil? And talks about my death? strange topics to be talking about on this July 5th. I like Roberta’s post. Who is Thomas – Who is James. Where is the love in action/reaction?

Is it alright if I think I am Thomas? My action or reaction to love is to bring peace in my words and thoughts. To feel close to those in my life. Yeah, my ego knows no bounds and fills every space. So, when the quiet comes and my attention is steady, the space lets go and I am there. There is no intent. Just sitting. Then it passes and I am here again. So, nice saying that love is enough. But, it really isn’t. It takes more than love. It takes intent in actions and reactions. The mind set when proceeding to do things in this life.

Sorry, rambling. My mind tends to do that. Much like seeing shapes in the clouds as they move across the blue sky.

“We are map-makers by nature. The “Way” a realization that the map-maker is also part of the territory. Every time we “return”, whether through a lifetime work or a moment of “seeing”, we are just the Tao waking up to itself.”

Once, every word was alive. A spark. A gesture toward the unsayable… Language rising like mist before the mind wakes. Words form, dissolve, return, shadows trying to touch the light…. Watching the watcher quietly, you can see thought building its small rooms, naming each wall as “me.”… Yet… in the stillness between one word and the next, there is a different kind of knowing, the space between seeing and seer dissolves… fear softens, concepts loosen. The soul reminds of its own transparency…

And language, freed from its duty to define, becomes a simple gesture, a leaf floating on a river that was always moving without needing a name

Hi James

I think words do matter, because words are actions too and people have feelings. Saying words don’t matter, is like saying people don’t matter. A good friend of mine, much wiser than me, taught me to be more gentle with people’s feelings. I think he’s doing something right, so I’m not going to second guess his methods. 😊 🩵