What hope! Already my New Year's BFO Hope has come a-calling!
I need a kindred spirit if this is to be aught but wishful thinking. My kindred spirit is God's choice, and since it is, he's already taken care of it. I get to stay open, aware, alert to whomever comes into my life...the care I need take is in not making it happen by ego-choosing.
In 1935 alcoholism was as dementia is today...hopeless, cureless. It is still cureless but no longer hopeless through grace and God's gift to two hopeless alcoholics who passed the gift on. Short form: Nonresistance...acceptance...love...thank you.
I suspect the answer for dementia is the same but with a new light on the higher path we are to discover.
Fr Richard's Daily Meditation this morning gives a clue; i.e., heed the prophets. The prophets give us a sense of the possible. They give us a sense of the impossible, too. That’s why, frankly, they are so hard to listen to—because they explode our minds and push back the limits of our imagination.
Dementia checked by nonresistance....acceptance...love...thank you certainly explodes my mind...with my New Year's BFO HOPE riding herd to open up the limits of my imagination.
Short form: Trust the 4th dimension alive in our exchanged mind.
Thank you.
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