Cleaning out a drawer,
rearranging your desk,
tidying up.
If you have other work to do,
this is just
productive procrastination.
It feels good now,
but later you’ll still have the
rest of your work to do.
Reflections
Cleaning out a drawer,
rearranging your desk,
tidying up.
If you have other work to do,
this is just
productive procrastination.
It feels good now,
but later you’ll still have the
rest of your work to do.
In the living room,
there is a 2 by 2 foot ceiling square
upainted,
imperfect,
the leftover mark
from a leaky plumbing repair project.
Most days, I don’t notice it.
When I do notice, I remember,
the wet ceiling,
cutting the drywall,
discovering the ceiling/floor bracing,
identifying the leaky culprit,
getting the parts,
taking plumbing apart,
putting pipes back together,
testing for leaks,
screwing the drywall back in place,
spackling,
and then
moving on.
There was no more leak.
The potential major damage was averted
with direct action.
Yet, even when (If) I finally
smooth and paint over
the 2 by 2 square,
it will still be slightly imperfect,
different from its original state.
This imperfection reminds me of the work
needed
to fix what was potentially disastrous.
The repair projects of
my life
are not as easily fixed
as the plumbing.
And now, this imperfect square
reminds me
it’s best to take action
and remember
even healing leaves
a mark.
In the early years
of adult freedom,
she wanted to
go, go, go.
Her days began with espresso,
ran on group chats,
and most nights she
went by a club to see a show.
As some years passed,
she settled in a bit
finding love
and
enjoying a little quiet.
Some of her friends never made the transition
and wondered
why they felt stuck in their situation.
(The club scene was old.
Her friends grew tired.
The loves they pursued just wanted to party.)
Work demanded more
and so did her conscience,
so nights at the club gave way
to serving at a women’s shelter.
In these later years of adulthood,
she realized,
if you grow
into yourself
you cannot always be what you
once were.
Make a decision.
Take a chance.
Get started.
Ask a question.
Take a deep breath.
Go one step further.
Write a thank you.
Take a walk.
Care.
Rest.
All things you can do today.
No need to wait.
Dear Friends,
It happened fast.
I was looking forward to the holidays of 2017.
The parties,
the get-togethers,
the celebrations
all lined up in a relatively sane arrangement.
Then, the first week of January was here.
I was SO ready for celebrations to be OVER,
for some calmer calendering.
And now, as we’ve been back to
work and routines for a while
and the daily news cycle has taken its toll,
I wonder if you,
like me,
are longing for gathering some friends and neighbors
to talk,
to share,
to come together
around conversations
about things
true,
good,
and sometimes difficult.
These are the kinds of conversations
I’ve been honored to participate in when
people like you invite me to lead a
salon.
Here’s how it works:
You pick a date,
invite your friends and neighbors,
(those with whom you would love to have some deeper conversation)
as many as would fit in your living room.
You pick three or four of my writings,
either from Every. Single. Day.
or from my emails.
When everyone gathers,
we can have some appetizers and drinks.
Then, we’ll spend an hour or so digging into
the writing, and our lives,
sounding a steady drumbeat of hope.
If this makes your spirit sit up and take notice,
then send me a message (joel at joelmorgandotcom) and let's schedule your salon soon.
For soon, we’ll be saying,
“It happened so fast. Summer is here.”
Joel
We think
life is found
in
victories,
accolades,
the awards
we receive.
What few will tell you:
life,
real, flesh and blood
life
is found
in the daily struggle,
in all of the
tests and trials,
in what doesn’t succeed.
“I made this.” -
three of the most
beautiful
and
scary
words
one can say.
(Right up there with
“I love you.”)
So often, we celebrate the young,
those who have accomplished much
and taken little time to get it done.
Study them, you should
for tips and tricks,
looking for anything good.
If there is something deeper you seek,
not just knowledge and strategies,
but wisdom to make life complete -
look to those with a lot more years
of living,
of loving,
those who have cried a river of tears.
Sit at their feet,
look into their eyes,
listen to their stories,
you may be surprised.
Know this in choosing to follow wisdom’s path:
seeking her takes more time
than
a podcast,
a webinar,
an article
about how to make another dime.
Wisdom isn’t instantly clear,
you may have to let it
ferment,
percolate,
marinade
in you
for
days,
weeks,
and
years.
Then, at the end of your days,
if you follow her path,
you will have a life well lived
because you learned to enjoy everything that lasts.
As I look at pictures from
the March on Washington,
I wonder what dreams have been realized
and which have been forgotten.
Thoughts of justice, equality, reconciliation
sometimes feel so futile,
when the world seems to want to return
to times feudal.
No matter what seems to stand in the way.
No matter if it feels like all progress is rescinded.
today is always the day
to dream on.
But, let this not be forgotten,
the Dream must live
in
our words,
our work,
our actions
if it is to live at all.
How do you catch a monkey?
You put a rock of salt in a hole
with an opening smaller
than the monkey’s fist.
The monkey reaches in,
grabs the salt
and is trapped.
All because he won’t let go
of what he thinks he wants.
Wisdom requires letting go
of more
than you ever embrace.