The problem with spacing these out is thatt when I feel like writing - it all tumbles out.
Sort of like a really heavy rainstorm after months of drought.
I was walking out of the computer lab when the cover of a book that is stapled to a bulletin board in the Anthropology department - which alwyas cathes my eye - caught my eye.
The AFTERLIFE is where we come from
My friend Jessica Gaines is serving on the reservation (although I'm ashamed to say I can't say which one...) in South Dakota.
A Baha'i youth recently took his life there.
Death is a strange and sorrowful event. I fear it sometimes, but at other times - and I admit that these are rare - I feel almost comfortable with the idea.
We're only here for one hot minute.
And then we get going - we've got growth to do in the next world - that afterlife - that heaven - or, as it is in the Baha'i Writings, the Abha Kingdom.
Be that as it may - that comfort level I sometimes feel - if given a choice, I would opt for a few more years - there's still a lot of work to be done here. And a lot of that work is to be done by me.
Not in an egotistical sense - but that fact is that I've got stuff to do that no one else can.
So - I leave you with that - what do YOU have to do that NO ONE ELSE can do? I bet you'd be surprised to find out!
love so infinite that only the Infinite can give it,