Just Life
A Daily Reflection Practice
Hey folks,
I’m currently working on a one page, front and back, My Daily Reflection Page to help me be mindful and intentional with my days. Want to give me some feedback and/or tips?
This is something I’m going to be using to help me with intentionality in my days, watching for and listening to God, and to facilitate my daily reflection time, especially in a practice of Daily Examen.
I invite you to check it out, both front and back. Think I left anything off? It’s formatted to print double-sided and then punch three holes to go into my iPad folio that I carry daily.
Do you use a format similar to this? Do you want to try it out with me? Are you interested in chatting about daily intentionality? Let’s talk!
AMDG, Todd
trying to find some words #NaPoWriMo 04/15/2014

hate be gone
hate be done
for we renounce you
we deny you
and the death
in which you revel
will never be
victory
hate
you have no hope
you birth
no future
we will
withstand you
we will
outlast you
when you are
a sick memory
a stain
upon our past
we will sing
a new song
beyond
your prison
because walls
of hate
will not stand
for long
and the peace
for which
we pray
will come
sung
upon the strands
of the love
we share
neighbor
friend
human
beloved
dark hatred
will be scattered
weak and undone
before love’s flame
I always begin things like #NaPoWriMo with high expectations and lots of energy – but it’s never long before I run out of words. So I start to strain to make some poems and my frustration mounts. Usually I end up a bit indignant that I would so arbitrarily be asked to make a poem a day. But that’s just silliness. I volunteered to be part of the exercise, I just didn’t think I’d have so many days of dryness when no words come to me when called.
And then the news comes on, and I see things like the hateful shootings, the murder of our Jewish neighbors in Kansas, a hateful crime I suppose was meant to stain their holiday. I want to scream. I want to deny that this still happens. I want to deny that anyone can be so broken as to choose such hate and it’s bile, it’s loss, it’s theft, it’s shame.
Words came back to me, today, after a week or so of not answering my call. Today, I protest the hate. I deny the killing stupidity and waste. I renounce any and all of the ignorant paranoia and fear. I call out to the humanity that is buried under the weight of such darkness.
I pray for the families affected by that hateful touch. I mourn with them, though not as them. They have been broken apart and touched so forcefully by the killing hatred. May their peace be restored and love wrap them in the divine embrace.
AMDG, Todd
two more poems for #NaPoWriMo 04/06/2014
I did write a poem yesterday on April 5, but I never had time to sit and get it on the computer. So here’s that haiku and a short free verse for today…
cold winds
move limbs
bare but for the green buds
04/05/2014
the first blossoms i have seen
grace our ride today
as my son
and i
enjoy the sunlight
and local path
04/06/2014
“demons” a poem for #NaPoWriMo 04/04/2014
reflecting on the latest shooting at Ft. Hood, for #NaPoWriMo…
what are these terrifying demons
that live within us?
this
damnable suffering
this
pain
that spills over into our hands
and runs angrily
deadly
down the barrel of a gun
ripping bodies
rending souls
seething malice
heartfelt anguish
how many names do these demons have?
victims
also have names
one does not
domesticate these demons
one does not
harness a demon
for gain
without paying a price
lead us not into temptation
nor the arms of a demon
but
deliver us from the price
04/04/2014
I have my own demons, as we each carry them through our lives, leaving some behind and finding new ones all along the way. The latest shooting at Ft. Hood put a shadow over me, yesterday. It stirred my demons. We like the heroes in our comic books and stories to destroy whole armies, to fight and kill, to slaughter the bad guys and gals by the dozen, and to face down all the enemies they find… but in real life we are much more fragile than the characters of our fantasies. I pray that we take ever more seriously the price we pay for sending our women and men into conflict after conflict, and that we take seriously the price they pay. The men and women who serve us are too great a treasure to take for granted or to leave to the demons.
Yesterday, just to show my age, it was John Denver who helped sing my demons back into the shadows.
AMDG, Todd
two poems for #NaPoWriMo 04/03/2014
I have my makeup work to share this morning, and today’s poem for #NaPoWriMo. The makeup is for April 1st, and it’s a haiku I wrote this morning when I stopped to spend a moment with some daffodils in the front yard. Today’s poem is a reflection on a sweet, old King James version Bible I found yesterday at a thrift store. It cost me a quarter.
new daffodils
in grasses green and brown –
looks like rain, today
these ancient words speak to me
they bind me fast, they set me free
they graft me to a living tree
these words that were, are and will be
a poem for #NaPoWriMo 04/02/2014
So many of my friends on Facebook are jumping into the National Poetry Writing Month that I’m feeling the peer pressure! I’ll do a make-up poem this afternoon, since I missed the monthly opener, yesterday!
Here’s my little poem for today:
i love you
this is my choice
seen in motion
heard in voice
but should it not
don’t think i lied
even if i fail
please know i tried
04/02/2014
Blessed By A Beautiful Soul

I don’t even how to tag or categorize this post, much less give it a title. I am sitting at my desk overwhelmed by the grace and power of beautiful a soul with whom I just spoke on the phone. Next Saturday I’m going to DC to hug her, at her husband’s funeral.
Some of you who are locals may have seen the recent story about Cecil Mills, a DC man who died after collapsing across the street from a DC Firehouse. The firefighters at the firehouse seem to have refused to give help and aid. The story is fresh, tragic and on-going. Without leaping to vilify anyone or falsely accuse, let’s just recognize that something went horribly wrong that day at the firehouse. Aid should have been given. In the news footage you can see the “Safe Place” sign on the firehouse. It should have been the perfect place to run to for help when Cecil Mills collapsed.
As I watched he story and the news footage I noticed images of Cecil Mills proudly wearing his Shiners fez. He was a Freemason, as am I. I am a Mason in Maryland under the jurisdiction of the Grand Lodge of Maryland. I’ve not been Mason for very long, just a little over two years, but I felt the pull to make sure the family of my brother Mason was being cared for and helped in every way possible. He was a DC Mason and I’m a Maryland Mason, but that doesn’t matter… a Mason is a Mason. I made a call to the bigger Shrine Temple in DC to make sure that someone was looking into things. In case you don’t know, the Shriners (known for their Children’s Hospitals) are Masons. Not every Mason is a Shriner (I’m not), but every Shriner is a Mason.
I also did a quick internet search for Cecil’s daughter, mentioned in the news stories as Marie Mills. I had already found the church and called them to get the time and date for Cecil’s funeral, which I considered attending, but I was compelled to find out if he was still active with his home lodge and if they had been given the chance to support his family. We Masons take care of our brothers and their families in tough times. With a big knot of nervousness in my stomach, I dialed the number I had found for the daughter, Marie Mills.
The Marie Mills who answered the phone was not his daughter, but his widow. As I introduced myself as a local, fellow Mason who saw the news and wanted to reach out to the family, I felt like she became my newest best friend. Her grace and peace reached over the phone lines and held me. and We chatted about his enthusiasm and joy in being a Mason, and the joy he had in being a pastor’s son whose son was now a pastor. We spoke of their 54 years of marriage and the hopes she had had of many more. We spoke of the gracious friends and supporters who have reached out to her family.
Yes, Cecil had remained active in his local Masonic Lodge and yes they had been to the house in support of his family and widow. Yes, the funeral is planned for next Saturday at 11:30am, at the church his father established. Yes, I will be there and I will deliver a big hug to Marie. She said, “If you’re not here, I’m going to come up to Bethesda! I use a walking cane, but I can whip with it, too!”
I’m not sure what this blog post is about except to share the incredible mercy of being allowed to speak with Marie Mills, today. I know it’s scandalous for some of you to think of me being a Mason, and there’s propaganda and scary stuff out there to justify your concern, but it’s simply not accurate. Next time someone says, “I wonder what those Masons are up to?” you can tell them we’re funding hospitals, encouraging one another, meeting in lodge buildings around the world, supporting local charities, checking in on our widows, and sometimes wearing funny hats. That’s pretty muchly it.
As for me, I can’t wait to meet Marie next Saturday and pay my respects for Cecil. I’m sure that any husband of Marie’s for 54 years is well deserving of my respect. From my time talking to Marie I would say that Cecil’s death is a little bit of light going out of the world. I’m so glad hers is still shining and so graciously shared.
AMDG, Todd
Final Week of Advent 2013
Here’s the last installment of the weekly devotional guides!
I pray your are safe, blessed and joyous!
AMDG, Todd





