The following is a portion of some dictation that I did earlier, as in a few minutes ago and thought that I would post it here.
I always seem to preach about being honest and open and not hiding behind walls, and reminding myself of the biblical parable about not casting stones. I have my own walls, although I feel, they are more transparent then some and easy to see through. I do acknowledge an interlayer, a personal vault, that even I do not acknowledge and am protective of. Hopefully a day will come, when I can reveal if only to myself what is behind the not so transparent wall within myself. The analogy of the wall is a good one, and seems to be popular or at least to me in this day and age of new age thinking.
It is a bit arrogant of us, which should be no surprise, that we could actually put the label of new age on thinking that has been prevalent for such a very old time. Hunger calls, but I'm learning to ignore the call at least at times and do what I want to do instead of obediently going to the icebox or the cupboard to answer that call. My son and others know my story of eating toothpaste from hunger on an operation in Vietnam where we were cut off from supplies for several days. I had just eaten a few bites of toothpaste and still had the container in my hand when our resupply helicopters arrived. I'm not sure if it was on purpose or by accident but as I was standing there I saw a carton of C rations fall out of a helicopter. The on purpose would've come from the helicopters being in a hurry to get out of pretty dangerous location. All of Vietnam in the Marine Corps at least, was a dangerous location. The DMZ being the most dangerous of all. Years later my thinking was if I had only waited from 5 to 10 more minutes I would not have had the experience of eating toothpaste, but sometimes even the blink of an eye in time can make a difference in our experiences and as we get older what becomes our personal stories.
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