Ale for the Soul!

Many have inquired about the meaning behind the blog's name.  A lot of thought was given to selecting a title for the site.  I wanted a name that brought a soothing and healing aspect to both myself and the many readers who visit.  For me, pouring my thoughts out on "paper" was very cathartic and liberating.  As a result, names such as Balm of Gilead, Spiritual Release, or Ultimate Trascendance were considered.  Alcohol has been known to be used for medicinal purposes.  Red wine is good for the heart.  Whiskey warms the body.  Everclear makes for a great antiseptic or to sterlize surgical instruments.  Thus Ale for the Soul was born.  Even though I was very much a lager drinker, ale had a better tone or ring to it.  Certainly I'm not advocating for inappropriate alcohol consumption as a means of escape from life's struggles, trials, or problems.  As a former alcoholic, yours truly knows that lifestyle doesn't work, or at least not for long.  Ale can be symbolic of a routine or method of relaxation or a decompression technique used to detach oneself from the madness swirling around us.  Several favorite endeavors really help me to gain an objective state of mind: prayer and meditation, reading Holy Scripture, smoking my tobacco pipe, drinking hot tea while listening to music, camping, and so much more.  Once I feel that sense of calm and peace, I can then seek out God's perspective and direction on whatever I'm facing.  It's only then I can have the quiet to actually hear Him speak to me.  The "Ale" of the activity takes away all the competing white noise that clamors for my time and attention.  This isn't a timed event.  Sometimes this peaceful calm can come quickly.  At other times, it's a struggle.  Regardless, true peace can only come from God and must be diligently sought after.  Effort must be invested as the best things in life are actively worked toward.  Don't give up!  Get in the habit of finding your method for healing of the heart and soul.

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