Working on an important task.

I have been asked to give a 25 to 30 minute speech, a witness really, to a men’s Catholic meeting. The meeting is March 7th-9th. I am not sure which day I will be called to profess, but I do know the topic. Of course, they would pick one completely out of my area of thought, that being self knowledge. Well, ok, a little tongue-in-cheek there. After having spent decades discerning my life in an attempt to find solutions, I am in good shape to begin the drafting process. Which, today, I have officially begun. We will be having 5 meetings, those of us giving a speech. I am not sure exactly what the groups will entail, but I have been lead to believe assistance and practice will occur. A relief, that, to be sure.

So far I have opened most of my life up and put it on file. I have a bit more to do, and there will be revisions. What I have not touched yet, is what that means. What has the calculator of life taught me, what do I know about myself from it, and is there a message to others. Do I have advice, explicit or implicit or even within the telling alone? I am not sure how I will do that. But, I have been thinking about this on the lead up to my writing. I have known that I would be doing this for several months now, and it has always been ticking back in the quiet parts of my mind. I am really hoping to pull this together into a fantastic piece. Perhaps my best piece, and maybe way out of my normal range. I would not do this for a class, it just is not my interest and in this case, too personal. Only in a work to glory God would I even attempt this, and to share perhaps inspire or assist my fellows. And, it will only be possible with assistance from the other men, certain others, and of course God.

The first of those meetings is the 13th of this month. I hope to have a full working draft and a second, heavily edited slightly polished writing by then. As well, I hope to have it done with a day or two remaining in order to give the speech out loud a few times, and in the mirror a few times.

By the way, this is not going to be easy. Beside not being an orator by choice, what I will be saying, and with what I am saying in mind who will be listening, is enough to really sober me on this. Imagine giving a speech on Victorian principles… to a NOW convention. Sinning, I have done that. I still do. I know and have done things that heard, burn the ears of sailors and marines, even my mother (I wish she read here more often, if she did not get in a snoot, she would enjoy this… flip a coin on that though). Not only will the room be filled with Catholic men, there will be priests present, and there will be nuns present. I will certainly take considerations from my fellow orators and the group leaders under advisement. I may verbally prepare the nuns, or enough that if they choose they may opt out. After having been to confession a time or two though, I am not so worried about the priests. I just hope they do not get bored and nap! In spite of the sobriety of the thing, I am finding places where humor just fits. I will just have to see if the humor actually works beyond the borders of my mind.

That was my day, in a nutshell. And my day is nearly done. Oh, laundry. A few more pieces and I am finished with that. Two things off my list, and a t-bone, potato with butter and sour cream (fat full), and buttered steamed brussels sprout dinner, with a fresh oven made bun which was buttered, salted, and flavored with garlic then warmed in the cooling oven, plus a big glass of whole milk. Nothing says happy like a belly full of real food. Ok, there is some debate there, but that is what I have. Oh, look at the time! I think it is… yep… beer thirty. Please excuse me while I debate the above, with what I have anyway.