Confidence

The bathroom, theirs, the responsibilities shared, feeling tired, a sympathetic ear, confidence, knowing that the support is there. The word is small, does not seem to mean that much, until your without it, confidence.

Having a good friend was the most pressing of issues in all lives. Solomon recalled a scene years before, it concerned a friend in trouble. One version of the demon, well, the apprentice, when approached by Solomon, stated with clarity, well if you think I’m bad, he’s an awful lot worse. The words turned out to be true. Solomon praying with renewed confidence many years later sighed, stop he yelled, the rain just stopped, amen.

The Friday Rush…

Quick, have to get out, clear the desk, what, you want me to run late, Friday, the office, the weekend ahead, there is work to do, a parent or a singleton, there is only so much time for you to achieve all the stuff that needs doing ,come on, you don’t seriously expect me to work on this, he studies the paper folder, it’s for the boss she says, he knows what that means, initiates in the club, the rise in the ranks, depending on the others, he buries his head in his desk, the weekend can wait.

Maybe, damn, why did I choose this career, he is reading and correcting the text, checks his watch every five minutes, wonders, how late will be, has rang ahead, but still, she is not sure, he wants to get there before anyone else, what If she meets someone else, he presses the buttons, turns the page, six more left, he breathes deep, if wasn’t the reason he wanted to be a professional, a lawyer, he assumed the opposite, free time.

The evening is gone, he has cancelled his life for the evening, Saturday will do, the dream will have to wait, he can blame the Friday rush. She is on the train to home, a two hour commute, it doesn’t bother her, gives her a chance to catch up on me time, she scrolls the phone, those she hasn’t had contact with in awhile, she’ll give them a hello, its important to remain in touch. Saturday belongs to the children.

Rush here, busy, too tired, jaded, had enough, the pills don’t work, damn, the days, your getting older, the night isn’t over, what am I doing it all for, it’s not doing my health any good, and the only friends I meet are online; she feels like a processed fish, amen.

Solomon sighed, Friday, the world slows, friends get to know each other, the memories that hold you together, at least your not alone. It was simple if you believed and no rush. The rain stopped, the calm came, the prayers are answered, there are smiles on faces, there is the sense of divine intervention, what’s all the Friday rush for, relax…he was digging into his eggs Benedict afternoon treat, with the best Hollandaise sauce he ever tasted, the world does not exist outside when your engrossed in such flavors.

Your Commute Is Killing You — AMERICA ON COFFEE… commuting is bad for marriage….

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Long commutes cause obesity, neck pain, loneliness, divorce, stress, and insomnia. By Annie Lowrey This week, researchers at Umea University in Sweden released a startling finding: Couples in which one partner commutes for longer than 45 minutes are 40 percent likelier to divorce. The Swedes could not say why. Perhaps long-distance commuters tend to be […]

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Paid to Cause Chaos….

how often, she is unbalanced as it is, she is literally a push over, there is only so much she can handle, they tear away at her like ferrets, she is slowly worn down, the way a herd of hyenas tracks a lion, one group replaces the other, till the great lion is downed, there is one of him/her

, by many of them. Solomon sighed, the way the news can drown the mind, and the tactics used by those who try to undermine what they can’t destroy.

In the old days, the sticks were collected, the people assembled in the square, the bonfire lit, the victim burns, many of them women, who happened to have ideas, nothing more.

But he recalled the ancient words of Jesus, and what he spoke of the Holy Spirit, then thought of those who tried to harm the vulnerable, those that supplied those of perverse habits, those that encouraged dark habits in children, wasn’t it all an assault on the Inner Spirit, too right it was, just no one was saying it. As for those who cause chaos, he felt sorry for them, they only put marks on themselves, you are never alone, having seen the Spirit, there was no cause for alarm….

It’s Not Doom, it’s New…

Misery, what woes have you to tell, her first meeting in the help group, she is nervous, misery got her there, hope will keep her there, it’s all new, she feels the new zest. No need to look over the shoulder, he is not going to barge in the way he often does, scaring the shit of everyone, cause he knows he can, she can even breath easily, and her smile is not fake, what a release, being able to be yourself.

The world is in the addiction clinic, there are so many changes afoot, it’s work in all directions, but it’s not doom. Solomon recalled the optimism of Barack Obama, the great speeches he parlayed to the world, how they touched the soul of many, it certainly roused the hearts of many, some might say, there was a bit of the JFK moment in it, hope, meaningful change, not more of the same. Along comes the TV star, Donald, promising serious changes, his ways, his mistakes, his attitudes, conflict with Barack’s, but the message is the same, rehab, we are in rehab.

It’s not doom sighed Solomon, it’s soul searching time, and who wrote those stirring speeches, a Jesuit in the making, for Barack, and prayer groups for Donald. It’s not all doom, you just have to wash the dirty laundry, what bit is yours!