Anniversary Healing

Tragedy the feeling, the loss immense, families, their lives in a trance, as the feelings of hurt return, how else can you deal with it, the impossible happened, a tale repeated on many levels, by different peoples across the world, a song is sung a ballad, commemorates a sad event, the martyrs, could be Irish Men fighting for their freedom, could be those reliving the horrors of the second war, there is so much to grieve about, and so much reliving of the past. Anniversaries.

History teaches us, that things can go awry in the minute before us, the ship is heading across the Atlantic, the guests enjoying sleep, hours later half of them are dead in the water, Moses is on the mountain, he returns to the camp, those who gave up on him, the habits, the tragedy that followed soon after, the Hebrews wandering through the desert, forty long years, there is so much pain we have to get through at times, is it ever going to be enough.

How do you deal with it all, she moves in the morning, feels the pain, it’s the same feeling every day, how do you deal with it. Solomon sighed, the power to Heal, is within us, and is why we are asked to forgive, those thoughts of angst fill us with dread, the same way a mind can become depressed, there is going to be no change, same as it always is, so we think.

Leave a living legacy that encourages hope, that those coming behind you, will be able to learn from, not grow angry from, sometimes, we allow ourselves be overcome by hurt and fear, and that cuts us off from the power to heal. Solomon encountered the divine help on multiple occasions, and had good reason to believe in the higher love, it took practice, but it works, amen.

The Reason You Exist! TRYE…

TRYE, the reason you exist, big question, I haven’t time for this, I have a plane to catch, the speech is half prepared, and the babysitter is late, I know why i exist, will someone find me a nappy, Jesus, can babies shit, where are the wipes, damn it, those creams are so sticky, on my god, someone has dropped the nappy on my speech, please stop crying, the reason I exist, how the hell am i supposed to know this, I will deal with it later.

Pouring over the speech, worried about delivery, the pause, you have to get it right, like a catwalk model who know’s how to pose, timing, it’s important just to pause at the right moment. Tipexed out, you pass the splotched paper to your assistant, she will even wash your dirty underwear, and your smelly socks, she depends on you for her living, and the ball of cash, a dependent of sorts, you can’t exist without each other.

Eight in the evening, and you return home, exhausted, you fall onto the couch, the baby sitter smiles, baby ate and slept well, you sigh, i can deal with that, one of these days baby will be going to school, and you will smile, cause you were responsible for getting her that far, well, you and the babysitter, why do I exist you ask. You climb the stairs to the bedroom, you feel your chest tighten, panic hits you, is this the moment, when you won’t exist.

The hospital is bright, your helpless, wires stick you, and machines all around you, suddenly, all you can think of, why have I been doing all this. You realize your an egotistical smile, the money you made will never be spent, and the friends you have, are not friends ,just acquaintances, the only thing you have in common, wealth, and there is no feeling in that, unless your making plenty and getting high on the buzz. Why do I exist, the question runs through your head, the doubts that can’t be hidden by a busy routine.

You exist to overcome the material, in favor of Spirit, for how can it fly, if it’s burdened by what is temporary, amen, how can you pass it on!.