Mothers… the currency is Love

Their Currency is Love

She loses her balance every time he comes in, he changes her rhythm, same way a child grabs the attention, she is made to honor love, has no choice in the matter. Years before she lost the plot, it was Christmas, there was a global disaster, something she can relate to. Love deserted her, leaving her rudderless for a year or two. She will never make the same mistake again, will never trust a man. Bad enough having to fool demons, it would ware you out most days, having to worry about the gasoline going into your heart, that she can control, but everyday, she droops, until he appears, what is happening.

The boss was furious, have you lost the plot. Only true Spirit can revive her, amen.

Across the world there was a sense of injustice, much of it if not all, powered by poverty and the feelings it evokes. Hows long can you prod an arm before a bruise appears. For many years, for centuries in some minds, there was a great imbalance between the roles of men and women in societies everywhere, some of it justified. Solomon wondered why the arguments continued on the same vein, equality. Men could not bare children alone, and women needed men to bare children, it was a relationship of communication. The rapid growth of technology had overtaken wisdom and wise thoughts. The impulse today is instant gratification, and everyone knew that couldn’t last. The currency of Love was badly needed, amen.

Multi Person Syndrome

Who Am I today, what a question to ask yourself, then again, if you exhibit yourself in the world, you want to be seen, or create the impression, how do you want to be seen, Pope Francis has a woman grab his hand and arm, two handed,

she pulls him off step, he scowls, taps her on the hand, it’s the day he is due to make a speech on violence towards women, and there he is seen slapping a woman, tap tap, then henceforth, like a scorned child, he retreats to the temple, what, and the greatest wonder of all, no security police are needed to intervene, no guns are drawn. Every other leader in the world, would have had a posse of guns around him, and the pictures would have been all over the world, where security analysts, international experts, police handlers and others, would have been interviewed on the big TV, where all day, the story would be repeated, again and again, when in fact nothing in truth had happened at all. Are we all that easy to manipulate.

Solomon was wondering how to reconcile, all the violence in the world, with the will of Peace and Love, the will of God in fact, do we ever listen to the words of Jesus, God is inside you, tap your heart, inside you, stop, but does God mix well with violence, or more succinctly, can you Love God and Love violence at the same time, is it possible. It was a mute point, the year is 2020, the changes are continuing, miracles and great events, weather warnings, many will be praying for Help, petitioning the Holy God of All, so, with wisdom in mind, you don’t need to fill the head with violent images, neither do children, amen.

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.

New Light

The eyes glow, there is movement inside, there is wonder, there is hope, there is light. The power of words in the heart, the nuggets we hang to, same as the story of Christmas, the signs, the wonder in the young eyes, there is a sense of meaning, something new, the evenings maybe dark but there is light ahead. Two thousand years ago, men in long robes, riding the desert horse, they follow the star, they know something great is about to happen. What did they see, what was it that took them on such a journey, why did they follow the light in the Sky, how could they have known.

2,000 years later, the same wonder in dressed in silly rules and regulations, that more often than not, throttle the hearts of so many, on account of the disastrous wars fought, over “Love”.

Solomon sighed, the evening was a vision of light, he saw the wonder of talent nurtured, the fearlessness of the shy spirit, the hope that gives us all, only God can explain. Solomon hoped, that those who were in the role of Spiritual guides, would learn the lessons of old, and stop putting unnecessary burdens on their flocks. Compassion, gentleness, kindness, for these are the type of sacrifices that I want, not the sacrifice of old, amen.

Happiness and Leonard Cohen

Life can be an exhaustive journey, a woman standing on the side of a river, about to enter a boat, freedom on the other side, I suppose if we are honest, we are all that female refugee, the same way, Jesus was a refugee from the authorities of his time, seeking freedom for the people of God, who were being misled, the teaching too complicated, the weight on the shoulders of the believer, same as that woman, leaving her life behind her, for a better one ahead. Life is the story of deliverance, if you want to call it that; there are those who want to help the pilgrims, and…..

those waiting to rob them. On the journey we take along consolation, pictures or letter, reminders of safer times perhaps, comfort. Jesus brought news of our divine nature; told us we that we were all gods, we just had to believe.

Solomon sighed, he was celebrating the festival of booths, call it deliverance, it’s not the brand of your religion that matters, its how you are with others. All stories of help, come with a happy ending, on this day many have been delivered, and so Had Solomon, and Leonard Cohen, great company for all when times were difficult, amen.

 

My Afternoon

First question you hear, he or she comes in the door, the first words out of the mouth, how was your day,, then the story is told, it begins with the same question, same with friends who haven’t met for awhile, what are you up to. The question has many answers, and can cause a return to a moment or period in time, then we talk of those days, the recall, that’s how we used to spend the afternoon; your young, it’s Sunday or Saturday, you have your friends over, if your lucky enough, there is a show on the TV, maybe a movie, there is engagement, everyone understands what the others are doing, you are all together for a purpose, to enjoy each others company. So this is what you did during the afternoon, as you get older, play time is later, the activities a little freer, as you become a little more surer. Step to step, the tree house first, the neighbors, friends, the local mall, the city, the overseas vacation, each step an extension in your life.

Solomon was reflecting on experiences, how we arrive at different places, why we stop outside a church, why we think of others while were inside there, how we feel a different way when we are outside, how we react to people we don’t know, how we continue to build as we go. So from your simple question, how was your afternoon, you have by the time you get to the end of the afternoon, the opportunity to reflect on what you did during your afternoon, and what was it that made it.

A busy woman, on her way to a meeting, she is in a hurry, wants to make time, rushes across the road, misses the bus, and stops on the pavement, the exertion having triggered a murmur in her chest, she is doubly anxious, and out of breath, she puts the gym on her to do list, her profile of herself has grown. There are so many ways our lives twist and turn, a sign  in the window, I need a pair of shoes, the color of her dress, and the party you recall wearing it at.

There are so many influences in our lives sighed Solomon, some productive, some down right destructive. So how was your afternoon he asked himself, what was it that stood out as the preacher used to say, telling us in this way, that we had choices, and choices led to decision, then to actions, good bad or indifferent, it all adds up, same as this afternoon.

Breakfast Feast

I’m hungry, she is tired of hearing those words, she is a mile from the white house, roaming the streets of the most powerful city in the world, she is not alone. Downtown, they pour over dishes their lobbyists pay for, while the shelters turn people away. They have eyes but can’t see, is there a message in that, they wont attend a meeting either unless they get paid expenses. I’m hungry he says again, she feels the change in her pocket, soon she says.

Solomon sighed, a deep heart felt sigh, the love connects the light shines, the words of Jesus are made real; allow God to reside inside you and transform your life, it’s that simple.

She gets a seat in a side cafe, it’s Irish owned, the manager is an Irish Emigrant woman, she serves the biggest breakfasts in town. From the counter she watches the eyes of the small one, how he watches the tray laden with food for another table pass close by. His eyes widen, a little hopeful smile appears, i’ll be having that soon. Her heart breaks each time she see’s that expression on a small face, hoping. As for the loud mouth campaigners, they make the noise and then hide behind their private gates; do they say such words of thoughtfulness just to antagonize us all. Mary is practical; hunger can’t wait. if only one of them.. if only one had the courage of their words, some day, some day she hopes.