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You know when you believe a truth to yourself and someone else’s words ground the truth you know?  Those moments are great.  I had one this morning.  I heard a Joyful Mystery meditation and its fruit is poverty of Spirit.  The meditation went:  Appearances can deceive and God in a manger is a far greater wonder than angels in the sky;  Faith puts us in contact with reality.  “Faith puts us in contact with reality” are the words I now know that grounded the truth I believe.   I’ve heard the question, “How can it be?”   In my opinion, “How can it be” is a question for a greater truth, a mystery.   I am still working at grasping the mystery of Faith.  I’ll be working on that eternally.  The only responsibility I have given myself in that work is to be a student and a teacher simultaneously - I am feeling by that, I will be a seeker.   In nursing school and in vet tech school is where I found a deeper respect for learning. ...

I play a game with license plates where I find words.  I’ve never found my “name”, and today I just did.  A Mustang is my favorite muscle car, too. I bet I’m going to see it everywhere now.  I remember the first time I rode in a GT Mustang.  I became a member of the YMCA in high school and when I wasn't studying, I was exercising.  One day I arrived at the Y, the bumblebee yellow Mustang was there, too; I always got a butterfly when that happened.  The driver was a senior at the rival high school; I was a sophomore, and I knew of him through someone I knew at my high school who played baseball, too, and Matt worked with his best friend's girlfriend.  He and I were only just ever randomly together in the same gym.  We would exchange an occasional wave, and one day on his accord there was more than a wave.  I cannot remember if it happened at the water fountain or at the pull down machine.  I cannot even remember any of my words besides "Y...