Good morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Wednesday ADD Irregulars, WSN Curators and Curmudgeons.
A bit of a reprint from 2022. I had written this with thoughts of Sept on my mind and they return with my gratitude for Fred and this community. An edited reprint of sorts of all of you Irregular and Curmudgeons.
Gratitude on my mind
A dear friend at Rubin Report @SEPTUAGENARIAN is in critical condition and would like to leave this world behind. My unexpected friendship with her in the last two years is on my mind so I thought some quotes about friendship would be in order. Sept tried to scare me off, she couldn't ever imagine knowing and relating to a priest as someone who could be a potential friend. Life is full of surprises.
I am a great lover of the Divine and a great lover of humanity. I can't say that I love the whole lot of humanity, collectively we seem to be mob waiting to happen, a clash of egos that often implodes. But one soul at a time, I love that encounter. One person engaging with another, the opening of the story of one's life, those moments give me such hope for what God designed or evolution pushed out of the mud.
Yeah, there are plenty of screwballs in humanity, God knows (And He does) I have done my fair share of adding to the mess, but there is so much good to be discovered as well. Not everyone is healthy, some of us are so ill personally from family history, our own poor choices and various addictions that purported to be friends all they while they enslaved us. Some of those souls take extra time to find the gold, to wipe away the muck that life has piled upon their lap. You have to want to find the gold, or the temptation to remain a victim is powerful in a culture that exalts victimhood over the pursuit of happiness. Happiness is not guaranteed, just the freedom to pursue it according to one's best judgement. Well enough rambling, on to some quotes. To the friends I have discovered here, thank you. To the friends I have yet to meet, I can't wait to be surprised. Peace.
Thank you, Fred, and the ADD Irregulars for being something I look forward to every morning without any expectation, just a hopeful opportunity to chat with friends, laugh at life, appreciate the blessings and commiserate on the mess of so many things without surrendering to the doom. Sure, there are plenty of black pills, but amidst them are reasons to hope, and treasures to be found and shared. Thank you all.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the best things you can be. - Winnie The Pooh
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met. - William Butler Yeats
We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. - Robert Louis Stevenson
Meramec Springs State Park. - photo by Rufus Harmon
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
Padre - Tom Miller invites you to a Coffee Talk, Speakeasies, Schmoozes, Tea Times, Afterhours and other gatherings.
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Good morning, digital neighbors! Happy Wednesday and second day of autumn to all you fine souls milling about on Phetasy, Outspoken, Rubin Report, or the home crew at Padre’s.
I think it was in autumn of 2020 that I started sharing photos of barns with autumn foliage on Rubin Report and Phetasy along with these morning thoughts and reflections. It was a great way to meet many of the people who are now part of Padre’s, or who have been more active in the past. Conversations and comments on posts connected me with some people who have blessed my life these past six years. Some I still know only by comment after all these years — Zoom or Teams is not everyone’s cup of coffee. However I engage with them, I am thankful for the time they take to make a comment. Substack has, oddly enough, been the first place I have encountered an occasional troll or two in the comments. Thankfully mute and block make it easy to ignore them.
Back in the mid-90s, AOL chat rooms were full of trolls and ...
50 years ago yesterday, Charlie’s Angels aired for the first time. Farrah was apparently only in the opening season. I don’t think I watched it in prime time — there was a parental veto and I was only 10 at the time — but by high school I was catching the occasional rerun. I doubt I ever followed a plot. I just hoped there would be a bikini scene, short-shorts, or something else that would test the limits of permissible TV. They were all beautiful women.

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”