I AM Reclusive

 I had a couple of posts written for this morning, but I deleted them thinking they were too much of my theological thinking.  I'm at the age where fifty year reunions become meaningful.  I'm not interested.  There might be those whom I knew in college and seminary living in Florida and might be relatively close to my son's house, but I'm not really sure I care.  I could go back to social media and look up certain people, but I don't want to.  We've remained close to a couple we knew in both college and seminary and our wives stay informed with each other.  

It's not that I don't care, but it's more about me than them.  I am not interested.  I'm not sure what to call my Spirituality, because it's not a religion.  It is simply that:  Spirituality.  And my beliefs are different.  My path has been pretty much my own for 30 years.  So, the things I once had in common with those I knew are things no longer in common.  I just don't feel I have much in common with anyone but a very few.  

So, I never attended anything having to do with 50 years.  And I'm okay with it.  Some might wonder whether I do get lonely.  After 30 years I can say I never get lonely often preferring to be alone.  I'm used to it and in a way I was prepared for it.  But without my wife I probably wouldn't have much of a social life as it is.  She knows how much I hate social settings.  But she says I always do just fine in social settings.  I'm just rather introverted and have trained myself to be this way.  

Mostly because when I have tried to explain my path in life, I have failed miserably.  I'd just rather not explain it or feel I have to.  My life can't be explained and prefer not to.  Because I can't.  Here is the bottom line:  I never feel lonely.  My Spirit Guides always keep me company and I prefer to be alone with them.  But I can't live in total isolation, so I have my outlets and this blog is one of them.  

But going to reunions and visit with old friends is not on my bucket list.  Some might wonder as to who would come to my funeral.  Actually, I'm not planning for one and I won't explain that either.  The other thing is that I don't want to discuss religion with most anyone.  And they're all religious in some form or another.  I just feel I no longer have much in common with most anyone.

And that puts me in an Ivory Tower and I don't want to explain how I got there.  I am content to smoke my Dunhill pipe with some Sea Mist one of my sons gave to me for Fatger's Day, drink my hot black American Black Rifle Pumpkin Spice coffee, and say my religion is quiet meditation.  It's what I do best. Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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