The best way to make
Valentine’s Day
a
l i f e s t y l e
of being an ongoing
Caring Catalyst
is summed up with
JUST 4 WORDS
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y o u r
l o v e
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Who Cares - What Matters
The best way to make
Valentine’s Day
a
l i f e s t y l e
of being an ongoing
Caring Catalyst
is summed up with
JUST 4 WORDS
l e t
y o u r
l o v e
f l o w
https://youtu.be/RIUkqTq7RZQ
Have you actually ever
had a
D R E A M
come true?
Did it unroll before you
just as you scripted?
Was it better than you expected. . .
Greater than you imagined. . .
A Disaster ?
What would happen if
Y O U R D R E A M
actually
emphatically
unbelievably
inevitably
came true. . . ?
Would it fit under the
PHYSIC EQUATION:
FOR EVERY ACTION
THERE’S A REACTION ?
I F
Your every Dream
actually came true
at what cost
would
it
be
?
Emma Stone poses these kind of questions
p o w e r f u l l y
in her
Audition Song:
H E R E ‘ S T O T H E F O O L S
from La La Land
an Academy Award Nominated Movie
for the Best Picture of the Year
Here’s to rebels
the ripples from pebbles
The Painters
The Poets
The Plays
Here’s to the Fools who Dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here’s to the Hearts
that Break,
Here’s to the Mess
W E
m a k e. . .
L I V E
your life in such a way that
s m i l i n g
through
you’d pledge to do it
a g a i n
. . .a life full of dreams
realized
and not so
c o m p l e t e d. . .
A Caring Catalyst Life
fulfilled
and
intentionally
purposely
painfully
F U L F I L L I N G
Well. . .
What was your favorite Superbowl Advertisement?
Mine?
The one that
W A S N ‘ T
Isn’t that really the case with so much of our
L I V E S ?
We get so hyped up on the hype that we miss the real
h y p e
T H I S ?
A very, overly simply
Public Service Reminder:
It’s what you don’t see you need to keep your eyes open for
Now . . .
THAT’S worth the paper it’s printed on!
This Advertisement didn’t cost $5 million or $166,666 per second. . .
Cost me just a little bit of time–
Y O U, T O O
Pssssssssst of the Day:
P R I C E L E S S
The best kind of jingle in your pocket ?
the s i l e n t one. . .
T h e N e w L E S S
r e a l l y i s
M O R E !
https://youtu.be/3L8diP48eN0
How long has it been?
There are many million
M I L L I O N D O L L A R Q U E S T I O N S
but not a whole lot of
M I L L I O N D O L L A R A N S W E R S
and the only one that ever really matters
e v e r
is the one single answer that makes any difference
to all of the questions put together
that seem to ask
W H O A R E Y O U ?
Are You More
Forgiving
Compassionate
Hoarding
Giving
Loving
Revengeful
Forgetful
Add A Verb
Add An Adjective
Add A Noun
Add A Pronoun
Add A Feeling
. . .It’s never a favorite possession
. . .It’s never your favorite Sense
. . .It’s never a favorite body part
. . .It’s never a favorite activity
. . .i s it. . . ?
. . .It’s always a loved one
. . .i s n ‘ t i t. . . ?
Which is the easier road with any one of these
on your back ?
How. . .long has it been
since you r e a l l y,
r e a l l y f o u n d o u t ?
(maybe that’s the tougher road)
S O M E T I M E S
the greatest
B L O G P O S T
is
the skimpiest o n e
It’s not the abundance of words in a post
. . .it’s the
l a n g u a g e
that can’t be spoke or written
only experienced that
shouts the
l o u d e s t. . .
G u a r a n t e e d
there’ll never be a
G I F T
under a tree
in a store
off the internet
even homemade
that’ll have any greater impact
for those you
l o v e
than the one
who looks back
not so perfectly
at you
in the mirror. . .
G I V E T H A T G I F T
and
L I V E S
will change
. . .especially
y o u r s. . .
Question of the Day:
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU EVERY FELT LIKE A CHAMELEON
(I N O N E S I N G L E D A Y)?
It’s amazing how we change–
literally from one situation to the next
without ever really thinking about it
or much preparation.
Even right now as you read this
you are not the same p e r s o n
before you began looking at the short video
or even the same o n e
while your reading these very words
as you will be just moments
when you begin reading something else
or get a phone call
or get a text
or see an old friend
or remember a wrong done against you
or hear a song
or see a picture
or taste a food
or sip a drink
or smell a fragrance
or be with family
or being with co-workers
or shopping
or reading a book
or watching a movie
or exercising
or right before you go to bed
or right before you get out of bed
or when you hear bad news
or when you win a lottery/sweepstakes
or . . .
Quick. . .
go look in the mirror or turn the phone camera on you as to take a
S E L F I E
Do you Recognize T H A T person?
If not. . .
quick look again
and again
and now right now again
and then once more. . .
The only true guarantee in life:
The Chameleon of You
might never be the
The Chameleon of You
ever again. . .
See. . .
how you just changed
a g a i n ?
Psssssssssst of the Day:
The only thing that’s constant is Change
(most especially in each of our chameleon selves)
We do it almost as many times as we don’t. . .
If it’s not for Breakfast
maybe it’s for Lunch
or possibly a quick late night dinner. . .
THE DRIVE THRU
We know it well. . .
Maybe too well;
It’s been years ago now. . .
but I can’t drive past a Taco Bell
and not remember
T H E D A Y
I hate to admit or especially confess it
even now
but I know it’s a reflection of something
much deeper than what happened
T H A T D A Y
We pulled into the
DRIVE THRU
and placed our order. . .
the kids in the backseat were especially specific
about they wanted to eat;
so was Erin and I
and then after I ordered
and paid. . .
I promptly pulled out of the drive-thru
without
P I C K I N G U P M Y O R D E R
They’ve never let me forget it. . .
I blamed it on being
t o o b u s y;
Good enough, excuse, huh?
Did it ever happen to you?
Have you, too, ordered a meal;
paid for it,
and then left before actually picking it up. . . ?
Maybe the bigger question is:
Did you pay for the Ticket—-
FULL PRICE
and then leave before the end of the
s h o w ?
One of the Biggest
l i e s
L I F E
will have us believe is being
A Caring Catalyst
means n e v e r e n d i n g l y,
c e a s e l e s s l y
and most of all
t i r e l e s s l y
being so busy
is not only a good thing. . .
but a necessary thing
to show the World that
The Busiest
are the
W O R T H I E S T
A Caring Catalyst
never wastes a moment
or an opportunity
to alleviate suffering
or provide a compassionate presence
but never at the expense of
being busy
just to be busy
or to feel important;
s i g n i f i c a n t. . .
based on how busy we can actually be
o t h e r w i s e
we drive through
Drive Thru’s
leaving behind much more than
what we’ve already bought. . .
we never ever really make it
out of the drive-way. . .
we just spin our wheels
or worse. . .
drive full throttle in
P A R K
It was a moment I’ll never forget. . .
She’s an 87 year old lady
on hospice
who looked up from her bed at me
and asked me if it was ok for her to say the word:
“F * C K?”
It rolled so sweetly off her tongue. . .
from her lips. . .
and I remember distinctly not being able to hold back a smile as I asked,
“Do you need permission to say anything, to me, to anyone?”
“It’s just a word that for all of my life has seemed to sum up everything,”
she said,
“. . .when I’m mad, when I’m happy, when I’m afraid and scared or when I’m in pain. . .”
“. . .Do you think it’s wrong. . .Do you think I’ll be punished for it?”
“Was you intention ever to hurt someone or embarrass them?”
“Oh no, never. . .I guess I always said ‘f * c k’ to make me feel better.”
“Has it?”
“Always. . .it’s my go-to-sum-it-all-up-word. . . .”
Some nearly twenty years later. . .
Every time I hear
t h e w o r d
I think of her and smile. . .
Back then I didn’t have the
Research
The Studies
The Data
that back up her empirical feelings. . .
I’ve swallowed bars of soap. . .
Sat in countless TIME OUT Chairs. . .
Been sent to my room. . .
Felt a hand across my face. . .
Been embarrassed. . .
but it seems that the
c u r s i n g
problem, isn’t a problem at all.
Now this is not a blog post
to condone
to allow
to make ok
to put a stamp of approval on
m u d d i e d w o r d s
but the studies are showing support
for what my hospice patient felt all of those years ago:
THAT SWEARING ACTUALLY RELIEVES PAIN
. . .and isn’t that the real goal of emotional outbursts:
TO RELIEVE PAIN ?
Richard Stephens of Keele University in England led a study that measured just how long 67 college students could keep their hands submerged in ice water. . .The group of students were encouraged to yell profanities for one controlled testing, and then to use non-swear words while completing the test. . .is it surprising that the 67 volunteers endured the cold temperatures for some 40 seconds longer WHILE SCREAMING OBSCENITIES and more, the group actually felt less pain overall. . .Stephens even went so far as to say, “I would advise people, if they hurt themselves, to swear.”
Of course, there is a sanitary, clinical term for this:
HYPOALGESIC EFFECT OF SWEARING
Richard Stephens also concluded 10 other reasons why swearing may be good for the Soul:
IT MAKES YOU FEEL STRONGER
IT ACTUALLY DOESN’T MAKE YOU FEEL STUPID OR IGNORANT
IT SERVES AS A GREAT COPING MECHANISM
IT HELPS YOU FEEL MUCH MORE RESILIENT
IT REALLY DOES MAKE YOU FEEL SO VERY MUCH BETTER
IT’S MORE ENGAGING WHILE WATCHING TV AND MOVIES
IT HELPS CREATE CLOSE BONDS WITH OTHER PEOPLE
IT’S INNATE AND EXPRESSIVE
IT MEANS YOU’RE CREATIVE
IT HELPS YOU EMPHASIZE YOUR POINTS
Timothy Jay, a psychologist at the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts has spent the last 35 years studying the use of profanities. He states, “It allows us to vent or express anger, joy, surprise, happiness, grief. . .It’s like the horn on your car, you can do a lot of things with that, it’s built into you. . . .”
Maybe all of those years ago. . .
without the studies and the research. . .
my sweet, hospice patient was right that day. . .
After I prayed with her that afternoon,
her blue eyes twinkled with a sly secret
that couldn’t quite hold the surprise any longer
as she reached up and touched the side of my face and said,
“You’re such a nice f*cking man. . .
we laughed for the
b e n e d i c t i o n
and honestly. . .
f e l t better
I became a part-time-on-call-Chaplain at Fairview Hospital in 1988
The hours were from 5 p.m. to 8:00 a.m. five or six days a month,
and it was usually Emergency Room cases
that had me rolling out of my warm bed
on cold winter nights to attend to those crises. . .
It was those catastrophes
that involved car accidents,
shootings,
heart attacks,
still births,
suicides
and some natural caused deaths. . .
I met and cared for many more family members
than I ever did patients in those settings and they taught be
the most important,
the most sacred,
the most intimate,
the most significant,
the most heart-wrenching,
the most profane
the most consecrated,
the most hallowed lesson
I’ve learned in all my 61 years
and had affirmed and validated countless times over since:
IT IS NOT THE LIVES
YOU TOUCH THAT MATTERS. . .
SO MUCH AS THE
L I V E S
T O U C H E D
BECAUSE OF THOSE YOU FIRST HAVE TOUCHED !
It’s a lesson
I’ve learned
re-learned
continuing to learn
and never fully
comprehend
or
understand. . .
and hopefully never will–
even with the very next life I touch
to continue the never-ending
wave. . .
Go ahead. . .
T O U C H A L I F E
Create a Ripple–
try seeing where it ends. . .
or better still. . .
what it starts in yet another person
I never attend
Worship Services—-
I conduct them. . .
and yet three times this past week
that wasn’t true. . .
One was at David Simpson Hospice House–
a 42-bed hospice inpatient facility
that had a Mass
for a Patient
her husband
her friend
a volunteer
a Staff Nurse
and me. . .
The Priest not only gave a short homily on
“Blessed are those who Mourn for they shall be Comforted. . .”
but then opened it up to each of us
to be the homily. . .
I read from the Lectionary
. . .A reading for the Day:
G O D I S L O V E
. . .The Priest Led Communion
. . .The Volunteer led some singing
. . .The Congregation of 6
w o r s h i p p e d. . .
r e v e r a n c e d;
The Second Service was at a Nursing Home
where my dad resides. . .
It was Sunday afternoon. . .
Erin, my wife and I
joined my dad
shortly after the service had begun. . .
I wasn’t focusing on the
slightly off key quartet. . .
I wasn’t focusing on the
patients and there family members. . .
I wasn’t focused on the message of
“Those who wait upon the Lord shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not be faint. . . .”
I was focused on my dad. . .
I saw him
not as weakened
not as incapacitated
not as he now sees
the brokenness in himself–
I saw him as One
who used to drive us to Church
and now One I’m transferring. . .
I saw him as not so much a
m i s s i n g p i e c e
from some discarded puzzle. . .
I saw him as a
s p e c i f i c P E A C E
that’s about completing me
I saw him and
w o r s h i p p e d. . .
r e v e r a n c e d;
The Third Time
I worshipped
was just a few days ago. . .
I was visiting a patient
who had made her room
a sanctuary —
music from a soap opera
played in the background
served as a choir. . .
I, a congregation of one,
she, the Celebrant,
Her sermon was not profound. . .
Her Communion Offering:
F e a r,
D o u b t,
A n g e r,
. . .She led the Litany:
I’m Afraid
I responded:
I’m Afraid sometimes, too
I Doubt God
I’m doubtful sometimes, too
I’m mad as hell
I’m mad sometimes, too
I’m just so tired
I’m tired sometimes, too
I’m thankful for you
I’m thankful for you, too
I feel better, now
I feel better, too
. . .When your C o m m u n i o n
is C o m p a s s i o n
it’s hard not to call it
w o r s h i p
r e v e r a n c e d
. . .I don’t attend worship services–
I conduct them–
I wonder how many other times
aside from these very special three. . .
I have already missed
or worse. . .
just how many I’ll continue to
miss from now
o n . . . ?