Foundation Building

The wine farmer, nods, he is explaining the terroir, the land, and what it means to the wine maker. He has a glass bottle in his hands; in it, four types of soil, the difference, is there a difference wonders the small audience. Sandy and pebbly, heavy and smooth, the four types of soil, are all part of the land. The best grapes grow in the light brown and pebble dash soil, more breathing and better drainage he says, pointing to the far corner of the field; there is more sun too she smiles, one of the visitors says, sure.

They buy a few sample bottles; On the drive back to their lodgings, they discuss the enthusiasm of the farmer, how precise he was, how important the foundation is, and the power of the sun, to turn grapes into vintage wine, one of them is a teacher, she has a thought, her friends notice, “Lucy, what are you not sharing!”

Who wants to be serious on holiday, few. She wants to hold the thought. She imagines her children, her school children, as bottles of wine. Would it not be great to give them a foundation, rather than, toys that occupy their minds. She is high school, knows the problems facing families. How the mobile has replaced the parent almost, it’s not a popular thought, few will agree, but she is a teacher, and foundations are her core, just like the french wine maker, common sense to make those foundations secure.

Complete Strangers…

Out for the night, it’s Friday, have been working all week, now it’s me time, and what’s better than meeting a complete stranger, and letting it all hang out, right, am I right or not, just think about it, no strings, no guilt, no anxieties, pure contact with another soul, so you think, the excitement, good or bed, the risk gets you high thinking about it, right.

No one knows your faults, your true self you never have to be, no discussion about troubled relatives, no shit to say about your job, or the trouble you had all week, you got the mobile phone to do all that, well don’t you. Three in the morning, alone, the head spinning, the booze running you, you think your being yourself, won’t do it again.

Complete strangers; there are so many avenues to choose from, could be a hobby group, people you have something in common with, it could be a game of golf on a new golf course, or perhaps, the last person you met online, the total stranger in the room. You discuss your likes and dislikes, the stuff you prefer, you can get intimate, you can lie.

Complete strangers, and what is worst you say, not that it’s bad all the time; it’s the habit being formed, the useless connections to stranger, strangers, stuff you warn children of. She plays with the phone, there is a movie on, you watch she twiddles her thumbs, your now the stranger in the room, what about that for a turnaround, you the stranger now.

Solomon sighed, so much contact, so little discussion, so many people feel like this, why were so many saying nothing, just putting up with it. Well, if i’m bored i can always check the mobile I

suppose, amen.

YOURS FOREVER – John Mellencamp — AMERICA ON COFFEE…. music for a Friday, any Friday, …a reblog…

John J Mellencamp, previously known as Johnny Cougar, John Cougar, and John Cougar Mellencamp, is an American musician, singer-songwriter, painter, and actor. He is known for his catchy, populist brand of heartland rock, which emphasizes traditional instrumentation. Mellencamp rose to fame in the 1980s while “honing an almost startlingly plainspoken writing style that, starting in […]

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Let’s All Go to the Movies — Hypervigilant.org … learning the fun way

Movies move us. Movies tell stories. Storytelling is a powerful way engage your audience, to provoke thought, to connect with others. Movies often involve popcorn, soda and other treats. Bottom line: movies are fun. Other bottom line your kids don’t need to know: movies provide the opportunity to craft therapy experiences specific to your child. […]

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Difficult times help us gain insight … a re blog, I just added a bit to the title..

Psalm 145:1-21 Every believer experiences moments of challenge or discomfort. The question is, How do we deal with them? King David discovered that remaining strong and fruitful during trying circumstances begins with praising the Lord. Then, once his focus shifted upward, he was ready to meditate on the glorious splendor of God’s majesty and also […]

via The Moments That Sustain Us — Jesus is the answer!

It Wasn’t Us?

Impact, the influence we have on the lives of others, the red carpet is prepared so are the plaudits, the camera’s flash, smile, we are great, wow factor, then to be adored once inside the door, bling pretty clean new, the Kings and Queens of the earth, one day Solomon imagined, they would all have to account for their work.

Anger, a close up, the look in the eyes, the language, so grown up, even if meant for very young ears, well we, in a world that was over booked in terms of violence, those reading the script had a role in the matter too. Solomon watched a documentary, and it wasn’t pretty, gruesome, dark, very human and frightening.

The plans to murder, the old resentment never far from the top, Solomon listened, as locals and militia, joined in the murder of so many Jewish People, neighbors and work colleagues, quickly joining in the slaughter of millions, using the old hatred, and the false propaganda to justify their actions, it wasn’t us.

The child is five, maybe six, has to live in a difficult environment, has no place to turn, is emotionally committed, love is what we are born to, it’s the reason for being for all of us, getting along. Exposed to violence and those gadgets, he finds solace in the game that stops him thinking about, it’s how so many addictions are born.

It wasn’t us, what excuse was that, if you are aware of what is happening before your very eyes. Don’t mention hunger, amen. Imagine, God Most High is real.

Real Fasting

No sad eyes, no shook looks, no outer signs, just be kind, be good to those who do you harm, piety and prayer is useless if you abandon the poor, amen.

a re blog, forever young….

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The Escape Route

She reached for the bourbon, drops two clicks into the glass, a few pills in her palm, she is used to them, taking them a long time, her head goes back, the tablets then the jack, she swallows hard, a good night sleep, she hasn’t had one of those in years. The TV is playing, the current offering does not suffice, she plays with the buttons like she was throwing dice. An old movie, she was young when they first saw it together, her eyes well up, the tears will flow, a combination of self pity, and love long lost. Years ago she had the chance, she chose the career over the chance, that love finally found her. Successful in all respects, the trappings are not a problem, the garden is perfect, does she give out about it, usually after a late night of booze, otherwise she is quite calm, till the night comes. She can build, she can encourage, she can motivate, but there is no escaping the hole in her heart.

Solomon sighed, Love has to be a flow, same way a plant can’t live in damp marshy soils, apart from a very few. In the world that attempted to own everything, including our genes, there was no ownership for love, only a responsibility for it’s safe delivery to the next. Many folks had troubles, everyone, some went deep, some went into despair, it was how you dealt with it, decided it all, the escape route. Building walls around your troubles, was only a delay.

 

Be Prepared ….a re blog

Meeting God requires nothing more than you creating the opportunity to do so. The rest is managed by God.

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