Right or Left?

I’ve left my blogging for a few weeks–have lots to catch up on.  I ran on to this link earlier today…

http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html

What do you see?  According to this, I’m “right”…

I wonder to what degree this is accurate…to what degree the way we see this picture is connected to the list in the article.  Thoughts?

The Hole in My Sidewalk

A friend recently reminded me that the evil one often uses the same strategies over and over again–he’s really not that creative, just consistent.

First he distracts us. Next he discourages us. Finally he disables us. Often times in that order if we fall for it.

I know this…head knowledge and experienced knowledge!

Yet, I think one of the main “holes” in my sidewalk are distractions. I see them there in the sidewalk. I know they are there. But I fall in anyway. I usually get out pretty quickly–I guess that means I’m in the 3rd chapter of the story!

I’m ready to move on…again!!!

There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk

THERE’S A HOLE IN MY SIDEWALK
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
By Portia Nelson

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

A Bite Out of My Plans

last saturday morning i had so much to do…so much to do this week.  i thought i’d get up and run a few miles before i got started.  5 minutes into the run i found myself with my thumb in a big dog’s mouth.  i’m not sure of all that happened and why…but with a couple of hours in the er, stitches, the doc’s fear of infection, my plans for the day…and for the week changed. 

i think i’m supposed to slow down…maybe not feel so much in control…and of course watch out for big biting dogs! 

Getting Started With This Thing

i’ve been wanting to start this for ages.  so here it goes.  my friend ben said the best way to begin is to think of the blog as a trail…of what i’ve been reading…hearing…attending…thinking…

as i’ve thought about it more, i think its important for me to notice what is happening in and around me in these days…to notice if there is a connection.  if there doesn’t seem to be one, no problem.  it may come later.  or not at all. 

maybe someone else will help out. 

so let’s see how it goes…