Focus in times of virus….

Laid up in hospital, nothing to do, hopefully you will recover, the advice of the physician, the nurse who comes when your buzzer goes off, time to eat, time to take your medication. She is on a visit to see her grandfather. Down the corridor and second room to the left, she breezes along. A big smile is prepared before she enters the room, she wonders what form he will be in, he is a grumpy sort, but kind. Doesn’t fire but straight.

Hi she says, big smile on her face, she is wearing the obligatory mask, she pulls it aside while she bends to kiss him on the forehead, why are you wearing that he remarks, wheezing, nearly out of breath, the lungs not as strong as they used to be. He is approaching ninety, has been through the second world war, Korea, Vietnam, an army vet as the experience tells you.

We all have to wear them now, it’s the law.

It takes your mind off the other stuff he replies.

What do you mean by that she says. …

He drifts off to sleep, she leaves him to have the quite moment, she waits. He is in a dream, it’s not dreaming, he is a boy again, on summer retreat with friends, the two week camp they used to have during the summer break. Climbing walls, chasing cows, trying to climb the neighbors apple trees without getting caught, playing cowboys and Indians. She watches the expression change on his face, the array of smiles, what gives him the thrill, he is old, the life he lived, she can only imagine. Suddenly he wakes up, he is shocked to see her still there.

you must have been dreaming she says.

What?

You have a smile on your face, I was watching you.

Oh that he says.

there was a time when…

Children played, they slept in the same bed, teenagers, went about together during the day, no anxiety, no stressed parents, no one anxious, no one concerned with predators, no thoughts such as these existed whatsoever. He rambles on. and water you could drink from the tap, that was till they modernized it all. He looks at her.

She thinks, old man, what does he know.

I think it’s time to go she says. She pushes her mask to the side, tips his forehead with his lips, see you soon she says, whatever he replies.

later, she retells the story of the visit to her sister, how was he she says. He will live to a hundred, but I didn’t like the creepy stares of the male nurse, he scared me. What do you mean.

Solomon sighed, the difference in the ages, and the imaginings in the mind. The stuff that is fed into them, and the anxieties that last forever. The virus was a topic of conversation all over the world. It refocused the minds on the living.

 

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Fracking Fools

Oil guy big smile,

finance guy big sigh,

Put the rig over there,

Hard to hear clearly,

Chopper very noisy,

Million barrels a day,

Amazing the technology,

Pump in the chemicals,

Whoof the oil gas flew,

Water becomes polluted,

Nature reserve destroyed,

Land becomes useless,

A sore in everyone’s eye,

Mr President what’s up,

Energy independence he quips,

Fathers mind your children,

That was just an election boost,

Protester gets twenty years,

For upsetting the president,

Mother Nature howls,

A big freeze you want,

She looks to the sky,

God gives the directions,

Wind blows cold air,

Country freezes everywhere,

They wont frack around much now,

Mother nature is consoled,

For the time being anyhow,

Poisoning the water everywhere,

First the arctic now the rivers,

Can’t believe such stupidity,

Meanwhile chopper stops,

Rotors seize up,

Oil guy finance guy go down,

Pilot miraculously survives,

Two more incoming.

Gates of hell opened,

In the two guys fly,

The end.

Passing on the Spirit

How can you heal inside, those resentments you told so tight inside you, they are like rocks you cling to when in doubt, well that’s something true you think. Anger, to have a good reason for it, gives you the green light to feel like you do. So you get over the anger, eventually, that rock is no longer there to cling to, there has to be something else, you start looking inside yourself, your life instead of the faults others parade before you. We spend our life seeking relief from the world, planning our next break, looking into the future, aiming at some date into the future.

She listens to the old man, he has a weather beaten face, is out in the weather a lot, but his words have a resonance. You had the freedom of the world once, there was no where you couldn’t go, and you went everywhere, then the impossible happened, you became ill, the juggernaut stopped, leaving you in the middle of nowhere, how will you cope. Clinging to anger only drains you, makes you only more resentful, especially when you are feeling the emotions.

Can’t move too freely once, you are listening now, the fast paced life no longer practical. You begin to notice the life around you. How can this man your talking with be happy you think, there are none of the signs you associate with success. Still, you are listening.

We are all Spirit he says. You look at the shine in his eyes, there is something in there. The last time you saw that expression, you were looking into the eyes of a loved one. Just passing on the Spirit he says. You thought you stopped for a coffee, but what you got, was a lesson, on how we pass on y

our Spirit, well, this old man sure did remind you of other times.

Marriage Women Men and God…

Why does a bird just get up and fly, have you ever asked why, or does the bird have to explain it, it just does it. Why do marriages in the entertainment industry tend to fail, is it the attention seeking, the focus in rather than the look out, how some are filled with a sense of their own preciousness, me, mine, is there room for such talk in a world of Love, as marriage is supposed to be that. Why do you dress like that, how often do you hear that question, you never dress up for me, then it’s out the door, then the wait, till they return.

Solomon was reflecting on the challenge that faces those that love earnestly, who do not want to become cynics, as so many of their friends are, when will you get sense, and the feelings that have to go without nourishment. The papers were full of news, the usual suspects were trying to stall the corrections necessary for the world to work for the better of all, same as an old dress hanging in the closet, it’s there but no one is going to wear it, its’ just a reminder. Solomon read about the exploits of Abraham, a man who had won God’s approval, a man of righteousness. Did God spy on Abraham in the bedroom, does God Spy on horses in the field, men do all those things. Did God count the number of wives Abraham had in those times, did he put a number on the times Abraham let his hair down, you wonder.

The twenty first century since those times, fifteen hundred years since the time of the establishment of Islam, and Abraham is considered the father of all, it’s written in ancient words, so why would men in these times, assume that men made rules could ever overcome the will of God, and have they tried. The Pope Francis was trying to bring up to date meaning to words lost in translation, same as other Spiritual leaders trying to lead their people to the light. Solomon sighed, it has to be from the Heart, and it has to be love of a Jesus scale, amen.

She is unwell, her mind can’t handle the modern world of speed, all roads leading down the same path, so called progress. Ambition overcomes her man, the love was once existed, and still does, hides under bales of pride, man made of course, while her Spirit drifts. She is no good for my career, he should have married his job instead.

2020 Vision

Less distraction more action, she was used to his ways, he  was always side tracking the issue.  It became her talk, she being a mother, didn’t have time for pride to overtake her, the needs of others overcoming her, for she was born to love, being a mother from the day she was born.

Solomon listened to the news, the cat calls at the young protesters, and the disdainful comments of those who should know otherwise, how silly of them. The Global environment was a ship in the middle of a storm, pushed side to side against each approaching wave, the good captains and queens, working earnestly to keep the ship afloat, similar to the carers everywhere, just doing it, for goodness sake,  for no other reason.

He sighs, should they not be encouraging the young to get involved in these healthy pursuits, why the resistance. Did they see, those in power seats, did they see an appeal  in the young something so many seemed to be blind to. Solomon prayed, may we have 2020 vision, and see what has to be done, may the schemes of the extremists and the deceivers implode on them alone, and those who encourage all that is wrong… The Sun burst from the clouds, the Heavens were talking, put it in writing He said. Solomon wondered what else where was to do, being wise he hoped, he decided to wait, patience was a virtue few possessed, while the world expected the opposite, instant results, amen.

Solomon sighed, who was it, the prophets names, Isaiah, yeah, he prayed for rain, golly, there is power in His words.

Searching

We have been given the opportunity to create the world we always wanted, we always had,

it’s real and there is no escaping it. The window is open, the stars have come, the Holy Spirit too, the reality can’t be ignored, it’s purely a love thing, has been moving across the earth, infecting people with Love, the lasting type, it’s down to you and me, amen. Do we run stay build or pretend, it’s coming to that moment, action station, opportunity that can’t be ignored, too immense, potential to give life, heal, heavenly assistance guaranteed, amen.

Solomon sighed, the headlines were dark, fires in some places, rebellions, it reminded him of ancient writings, the revelations of the prophets. No panic he sighed, these things are meant to happen, reminding us, there is God Most High, and there is the material world, it’s a matter of choosing. Trust in God, how easy to write such simple words, how difficult at times, to live by them. Times of great change, point to a new world, a testing period for God’s people. In the circumstance, Solomon expected every effort to be made, in order to increase the flow of Loving Spirit. Like the picture with the post, it’s real.

Secrets of the Heart…

They say your real treasure lies in there she said, while pointing to her heart. Gloria was with her grandson at the kitchen table, the family having come on a holiday visit, in there she said again, this time, tapping her heart with her forefinger, her thumb pointing  up towards the sky, sign language.

Bypassing the daily stuff, freeing the mind, giving your self inside space, the ability to absorb what is lasting and eternal, against the flow of that which perishes. Solomon was reminding himself, the ancient words are so life giving, but because their meaning had been lost in the mad world so many tried to cope with, it was not easy finding the space, and even harder at times, keeping the space once found. He compared it with a parking meter, into which you had to put real coins, it had to be topped up regularly.

The mystery of God was and is the greatest mystery of all, how does it work, why does a bird simply fly at will, why do humans worry so much about the material, when only the Spirit is eternal. Solomon was listening to music, and wondered ever more, how music was so calming, and free.  His heart could be moved to a time and a place, with the mere lyrics of a tune and a sweet rhythm.

Where Did the Spirit Go…???

There is no booze in the cabinet, the shops are closed, the head aches, and I need a re fill. Honey he shouts, where did the Spirits go. She never listens, she is fumbling with the dirty dishes in the kitchen, they never listen, she has a thousand things to do. Being a Mother, her work is never over, her mind is always immersed, like her hands that moment in the soapy water. She continues to work away, the radio hums a tune she knows well, it’s an old one, was it the first time or was it the second time, she is trying to link the tune to the birth of her children, they are in their twenties now, anyway, it puts a smile on her face.

Where did the Spirits go, she hears his footsteps coming near. She hid the booze after he drowned the first bottle so easily. Some brain cells are better than none. Where did the Spirit go.  Every mother knows, she only has to look at her child to see if baby is okay, doesn’t need to interrogate or question, real love does that naturally. The leaves begin to droop, the tree is ill, the birds disappear, the environment is not that well.

Solomon asked himself the question regularly, where did the Spirit go, the one that came from Heaven. After Christmas, the work begins, after the marriage, the real love begins. It’s a climb, till you find the plateau. Reading old scripture, the words of Jesus, the words of all the Prophets,, it’s always pointed, towards, the well being of Spirit, not the control of those, under the guidance of those, of the organisations, that enacted so many rules, they almost drowned the Spirit, but not quite…..

Well, what are we without the Spirit, usually very poorly.

Who Am I

The questions in the hearts of many, what is my life, who am I, why do I exist, what is my purpose. Seated in a cafe, outside of course, no borders exist, we all breathe the same air, enjoy the same sun, she twiddles her thumbs, she has come a long way, crossed many borders, had adventures you want to forget, had to sell herself, we all need to be fed, and a hungry child doesn’t ask where the dinner came from, the little eyes look up at you, for me they ask.

The time of the arrival of Christmas, a festival of praise, our way of giving thanks to God. She looks at the men and women passing by, their arms holding bags, it reminds her of the time, when all her possessions could be held in them, apart from the child she held to her heart. Who Am I, she keeps on asking.

An older man passes by, catches her eye, and smiles at her. Her fears are put at ease, he is not one who will betray me, she can see it. Who Am I.

Refugees, immigrants, women seeking shelters, children seeking example, Solomon was reminding himself of past times, the race to buy the last gift, wondering what they might think of him, did he spend enough. Years later, he sits with two codgers, he having escaped death in this life by divine intent, no longer worried what others thought of Him, think about it, the One who made life real for us all. Who Am I, a child of God he said as he passed her by.