BREATHE
Automatic said stop for just one second. Paraphrased : Check yourself...before you wreck yourself. And this time, I listened.
What a whirlwind weekend. Did you ever wake up straight into heart palpitations? You life is all a-flutter and you don't dare stop for fear of death? When things need to be done all at once, there is no real choice other than to suck it up and do them. All at once. That is what I did. And it almost killed me.
Nicole was home all weekend. And I was away. There is a new call on my life and it's name is action. No longer will I sit by and let the majority of the work be completed by the minority. Before last year, two things were obvious.
1. Nicole Kidman was just a face on the screen.
2. I would never be politically or socially active.
Now...both of these things are staring me in the face. I have a living, breathing relationship with Nicole. Although she brings me close to death, she also gives me life.
I am also adjusting my training wheels for the soapbox derby of political and social activism. Wherever that might take me. Bashed up with spit in my face. I am ready. And that's what this weekend was all about. That's why Nicole stayed home, drinking wine and reading. She's still trying to get past that whole Church os Scientology thing anyways. One could hardly blame her. I didn't.
I attended 4, count them 4, political, social and religious rallys. With no time inbetween. At the center of all this was Jim Wallis. My new man on the street. He was challenging and inspirational and conversational at the same time. Reminding me, once again, that God is not a Republican or a Democrat. So what is he then? He's a progressive. And that's what I am. For now. Until another leader comes along and takes my breath away. As for Nicole...she can still have my heart.
What a whirlwind weekend. Did you ever wake up straight into heart palpitations? You life is all a-flutter and you don't dare stop for fear of death? When things need to be done all at once, there is no real choice other than to suck it up and do them. All at once. That is what I did. And it almost killed me.
Nicole was home all weekend. And I was away. There is a new call on my life and it's name is action. No longer will I sit by and let the majority of the work be completed by the minority. Before last year, two things were obvious.
1. Nicole Kidman was just a face on the screen.
2. I would never be politically or socially active.
Now...both of these things are staring me in the face. I have a living, breathing relationship with Nicole. Although she brings me close to death, she also gives me life.
I am also adjusting my training wheels for the soapbox derby of political and social activism. Wherever that might take me. Bashed up with spit in my face. I am ready. And that's what this weekend was all about. That's why Nicole stayed home, drinking wine and reading. She's still trying to get past that whole Church os Scientology thing anyways. One could hardly blame her. I didn't.
I attended 4, count them 4, political, social and religious rallys. With no time inbetween. At the center of all this was Jim Wallis. My new man on the street. He was challenging and inspirational and conversational at the same time. Reminding me, once again, that God is not a Republican or a Democrat. So what is he then? He's a progressive. And that's what I am. For now. Until another leader comes along and takes my breath away. As for Nicole...she can still have my heart.
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