Have you ever worked with someone, gone to school with someone, maybe even lived with someone who really annoyed you?
NO????????? Ok Mother Theresa, I guess this post is for the rest of us ….
Sure you have, and so have I. There’s always one. Someone who comes in late and leaves early, takes an extra long lunch and spends the remaining time doing as little as possible. Maybe they are like the office helicopter, they like to hover, which only makes you want to swat at them with a ruler or shoot elastic bands at them when they aren’t watching. Perhaps they are the office socialite, who comes in every day with tales from the dark side to share whether or not you really care to hear. They grumble, they mumble, they can turn anything on its head. Or they might be that person that is always there to gobble up the yummy snack(s) brought in by someone or other, but never, ever, EVER, offer anything themselves. (Feeling left out? Go ahead…insert your own pet peeve here …)
Yes, every office has one, sometimes two, and I know, for my part, I do a lot of surreptitious eye rolling, but my mother always told me, “If you can’t say something nice…(bang your head against the wall until you get a nice buzz?) say nothing at all. So, being the good girl, (no, this is not the chance for YOU to roll your eyes!) I don’t. That’s not to say I don’t go home at the end of the day and mutter uselessly to my flat mate; still, I am ceaselessly amazed at how one human being (so called) can be so cynical, depressing, and, on the whole, miserable to be around.
Ok, true, they may be dealing with something I can’t even imagine, or care to imagine. They may have a medical condition that causes them to be perpetually potty-mouthed, or they may have never been truly happy a day in their lives, even if they wanted to be, but they still annoy, irritate, and befuddle ( there’s a word!) So I try all the typical and sometimes atypical tricks to try to lift them out of their melancholy: I listen to their inane prattling even when I’m busy doing other things (I know…that sounds oddly familiar doesn’t it?), I try to gentle reassure or encourage them, I even might go so far as to bring them a Gratitude Journal and explain how writing down just one or two things a day that they are thankful for might go a long way in helping them realize that they are truly blessed, (which is a prime opportunity for THEM to roll their eyes at ME, by the way) Or I ply them with one of my personal favourites: Hemp Hogs.
What the Harry Potter is a Hemp Hog, you ask? MMmmmm!!! A Hemp Hog is a delicious little milk chocolate truffle made with hemp nut cream filling. This chocolate is high in/on Omega 3’s, 6’s and protein…it’s sweet and creamy, and oh so chocolaty….so if you simply gotta have a chocolate…..
Where was I? Oh yes, the curmudgeon. Needless to say, they took the candy, but didn’t take the hint (s).
So I guess this person is just a misery-grouse and there’s nothing I can do. I just have to put up with it (and reserve my spot on the wall for repeated head-banging) (although not to Marilyn Mason)(anymore)(that can give you nose bleeds, but I digress….)
Being a decent person, I decided to say a prayer for this sad, little soul. Another thing my mother always said to do (no, I didn’t ALWAYS do everything my mother told me to, but those are quite a few other posts!) So I prayed for their happiness, if they could find some, maybe, possibly, please!!!…..and then it hit me. A Revelation.
Maybe the person who drives me crazy every day is that way for a reason. Maybe they are miserable to show me how NOT to be. Maybe they are joyless to remind me how much I have to be joyful about. (sorry, I know I shouldn’t end on a preposition) Maybe they are sad, bitter and resentful to prompt me to be thankful. Maybe God, in His infinite wisdom, is using this person every day to teach others…to teach me! And if that’s the case, if He can use the office wet blanket, how can/is He using me?
My point? I suppose I won’t be saying “No More Hemp Hogs for Mr. Nasty”
Here I stand in the rain falling down on my head,
A Shower of dilemmas, a tempest of dread.
Soaking and cold, imbued with the night,
But not alone in the dark, for You are my Light.
You, O Lord, are my sweetest Treasure,
You are the Love I always remember.
You speak in soft whispers like Fair, Honeyed rain,
Tenderly washing away all my pain.
You are the Thunderstorm deep in the night
That cleanses the Earth and makes Everything right.
You are the Author and Creator of Dreams,
Making the Impossible, Possible, in spite of What seems
Like just rain falling falling, down down on my head;
Not the inexorable dilemma, but the Solution instead.
Photograph found on Pinterest.
Depeche Mode is one of my all time favourite bands…hands down, no contest, don’t have to think twice about it. Love Dave Gahan’s delicious baritone, love the synthetic, tribal quality of the music, love Martin Gore’s tremulous tenor, love his gift with words…. but this particular song has always made me sad. Not because of the obvious reasons though, not because the girl dies or because the poor mother is grief-stricken, (sorry, spoiler alert!) but because Martin, David, and perhaps more than a good share of the audience, doesn’t seem to hear the Miracle contained in the lyrics.
First, if you are unfamiliar with the song, Blasphemous Rumours, then you should take a moment to listen to it before continuing on…(just a suggestion, really)
Sad tale? Yes. God vindictive and unfair? Not likely. Why not? How I can possibly say not? Look at it from another angle:
Sad Girl is lost, alone, hurting, who knows why, we aren’t told. She thinks life is too hard and doesn’t want to go on trying, so she makes the ultimate final attempt, but she doesn’t succeed. (“Thank the Lord for small mercies”..to quote the song.) She fails at failing. It takes time to recover, years, but she comes to the ultimate realization that LOVE is all around her; beautiful, joyful, ever-present, guiding, protecting…like a parent who cares unconditionally, or a best friend who never gives up on you, or like your most precious pet, who adores you unreservedly. She finally understand this LOVE and is Happy.
Suddenly, her time is up. No one can control our finiteness, life is brief. It seems like such a tragedy, especially since she only just found LOVE, but it’s not a tragedy, it’s a Miracle. Had she died without realizing how much LOVE is around her, inside her, watching over her, caring for her, she may never have been happy and she would have died, alone, bitter, lost forever in that pit of despair.(because I believe we go on afterward into what we value, create and share here on earth in this life….but that is another post altogether) …yet because she failed at failing, she succeeds.
She heard the Miracle.
So yes, very sad song, but not for the reasons you thought…
Exceptional music written and performed by Depeche Mode.
Love Speaks Softly when the Night is Dark,
Igniting Hope with the tiniest Spark.
Love Speaks Gently when despair is near,
Coaxing Trust where there is only fear.
Love Speaks Kindly when anger’s in full fury,
Encouraging Patiently to eliminate worry.
Love Speaks In Prayer when there is Need,
Bridging the Divide to Tenderly Intercede.
Love Speaks in Whispers Heard by the Soul,
Mending the Sorrow to Make Everything Whole.
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How Truly Beautiful is this world. How Rich in Colour, Texture, Light, Shadow, Shades and Hues both Vivid and Pale, Stark in contrast and Harmonious in their blendings. Each day the golden shimmering orb of pale and violent splendor raises his head and Smiles down upon us, glistering and, sometimes, glowering in Radiant Grandeur, waiting for us to See, to pause, to raise a hand in Breathless Wonder beneath its superior glow and stand, for a moment, Transfixed.
Each evening the luminous moon in subtle beauty slips delicately from her ebon shroud and Sings a song of ethereal Enchantment. Gentle and patient, she glides in regal effortless flow across the bejeweled spangle, her silvery luminescence a Gift to all who lay aside their restless haste, if only for the briefest of moments, to Gaze upon her shimmering show.
The Earth is Filled to overflowing with verdant greens, supple yellows, resplendent reds, breathtaking blues, passionate purples, vibrant oranges, pale pinks, rich russets and auspicious auburns that Proclaim for all to See and to all who may Hear, should they Choose to, the Loving Touch of the Artist’s Hand.
Each mountain that has stood for millennia;
Each forest that has echoed with the song of the wolf and the cicada for eons;
Each tranquil pastoral glen that shimmers beneath the Kiss of the sun;
Each quiet beach that sings a rhythmic, oceanic song;
Each deep, mysterious blue sea that shields another world entire;
Each frosty glacier and windswept barren, giving and renewing life;
Each tawny desert filled with sand and silence;
Each roadside garden springing with wildflowers;
Each nook and crevice of forgotten wilderness;
Each Smile, Each Tear, Each Freckled Face;
A Masterpiece of Beloved Oeuvre waiting for its audience,
Waiting for You, Waiting for me,
To Lovingly See.
Beautiful Photographs found on Google and Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers.
My thoughts this morning were swimming, I do confess it. Swimming in the deep end of the pool, where I often do not stray, at least, not without one of those little blow up rubber duckey thingies.
In an attempt to re-center myself, I began to pray, as I often do when my thoughts go out the window. It is my meditation. My Source and Strength, and very often, my Inspiration. Considering the time of year, I let my thoughts focus on the Light coming into the world and the Opportunity that came into the world with it; opportunity for Renewal and Hope, for the Rekindling of Love and Compassion, and the beginning of something indescribable that would, ultimately, change the world forever. A Miracle, perhaps? A Transformation in the onset. A Revolution, some may say.
As my thoughts continued to focus, the Light became a bit too intense and made me squint; resulting in a slightly different perspective. You know how it is, I’m sure. Rather like looking at the Christmas Tree, or perhaps a candle or the moon, and squinting in order to turn the solid light into something sparkly, incandescent and somehow, more beautiful. In doing so, you see the entire Source differently, don’t you? Thus as I pondered, and my mind circumspectly wandered, (Poe-like, perhaps) a thought stepped out from the sparkling light to present itself for consideration.
The Book of Revelations: a mighty paradoxical and quizzical conundrum of words and phrases, largely incomprehensible, at least to me. (walk with me for a moment, I promise, I’ll come back round to my point in a moment). Odd, that a book, which is, by and large, poetic and metaphoric in nature, should confound me, a writer of, by and large, poetic and metaphoric writings, but perhaps that is the Paradox. Maybe. What if I’ve been reading this last book of The Bible all these years, desperately trying too make heads or tails out of it and failing because I’m …well, trying to make sense of it. What if this book is a book of poetry? A Verse (or twenty odd verses) written by a poet who had no understanding about what he was writing? What if I need to look at all the prophecy, the doom and gloom, chaos and calamity from the point of view of someone trying to describe something they cannot describe (rather like me right now).
This made me pause. (things to make you go “hmmmm?”) I might be barking up the wrong tree here, lost in the woods, wandering in circles, off the beaten path, but follow me for a moment, please; there might be light at the end of this tunnel. What if, instead of an apocalypse happening at some distant point in time that will cause despair and fear and turmoil, wars and disease, famine and natural catastrophes; what if all of it is already happening? What if the descriptions of The End Times in Revelations are merely an account of dreadful occurrences that are beyond the comprehension of someone living in a time when simplicity and homegrown remedies were the be all and end all of wisdom? (a lot of what if’s, to be sure!)
So what happens next? Does The Anointed One return, walking upon a cloud of smoke and fire, bearing The Light of all Light and Transforming the world in one fell swoop? Or is this description also an attempt to describe the indescribable? The unfathomable. What if, instead, The Return is more a Renewal? A Rekindling of Mind, Perception, Understanding; of Body, not just physical health, but a change in Attitude, Action, and Purpose; and of Spirit, Compassion, Empathy, Acceptance in Love and Service to others? A Renewal that will change the world into an Earthly Paradise where Peace and Harmony, Love and Joy will Co-Exist freely; where the lion will lie down with the lamb, or, to say it another way, where those who once hated and exploited, through a Miraculous Transformation of Mind, Body and Spirit brought on by a Return to The Light and The Source, will work with, for and beside those they once oppressed.
(is your head spinning yet, because mine still is!)
In this Season of Renewal, when a Miracle entered the world to offer Light and Life to All, wouldn’t it be Rapturous, indeed, to accept this Precious Gift given so selflessly? To decide not to wait on what someone else might do, but walk boldly into the future with a renewed sense of Purpose and direction; with a transformed opinion about the world and those with whom we share it; with a Rekindled Love that reaches across boundaries and beyond prejudice. Utopianism? Perhaps. But wouldn’t such a change be a Revelation? Wouldn’t it, eventually, alter the entire world? Wouldn’t it be, somewhat, apocalyptic, if there were a best sense to that word?
When Passions change
And Choices Tangle,
Daylight fades while we
Consider the angle.
Pause from Rushing,
Hear Whispers Confiding,
In Stillness Discover
The Light that is Guiding.
Silence is Golden
When Practiced by Choice
For only in Silence can we
Hear Wisdom’s Voice.
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In the stillness
To the sweetness of the Hush
In the Silence
With Peace Soft and Lush
Through the Whispers
Of All that has been Lost
Of the Inestimable cost
Beautiful original photography found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank you~
Of All my Understanding
Touching my Soul in this Dimness,
Speak to me in Whispers
Loud enough to Hear
Yet Gentle enough
That my Fragile, fearful heart
Does not Take Flight.
Of All my Comprehension
Leading me Onward Into the Breaking Morn,
Cast Your Light onto
My clouded Path
So my weak and straining Perception
May Ever See
Of All my Boundless Joy
Transforming In this Bleak and Tainted Place,
Shine From me into the World
So others may See
And Know this All Encompassing Pleasure
Beautiful original Artwork by: valeriemonthuit at Deviantart.com
Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.
Edgar Allan Poe
These days have grown dark and darker. My Spirit is weary of the hatred and noise, the unrest and outrage, the lies and the very great loss all around. Loss of Trust. Loss of Hope. Loss of Love.
What allows us to continue to Dream in such times? Some say Dreams are only misfiring electrical stimuli in our brains. An expulsion of left over energy from the day that our body is shuffling off, but I Believe Dreams are much more. Can a misfiring electrical impulse fill our hearts with Hope? Would a shuffling off of left over energy Inspire and stir us to action? I think not.
Dreams live within us, each hour of every day. They softly whisper, whether we are listening or not. Today, we fill our days with so much other noise we barely notice. Outside electrical stimuli has blinded us to our own internal sources; yet when we finally shut off, when the hours of moonlight and stars hush our rushing haste, our Essence is still able to speak.
Speak through Dreams.
Dreams teach us things we’ve forgotten. They Remind of those who have gone before and places we’ve left behind. They touch us with gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, imagery that leaves us wondering, but do they speak truth or merely prattle nonsense?
I Believe they tell us things we need to remember. They speak about our strengths as well as our weaknesses. They Guide us, or would Guide us, if we allowed them.
I have recurring themes in many of my dreams. I often dream of tidal waves threatening to sweep me and my loved ones away. Or I am driving my car and the brakes fail. I even have a recurring dream about a house that has a witch abiding in the attic whom I fear more than anything else.
Odd? Maybe. But if I take a moment to think about these images, I realize that I dream about waves and being swept away when I’m stressed and over-burdened. Is my body telling me what I’m ignoring so I can better cope with the challenges of the Day? When I dream about my car losing its brakes, is my body whispering that I’m feeling out of control and in danger of being hurt? Is the witch that lives in the attic the dark negativity in my mind that casts spells of fear and suspicion that could bewitch and mislead me?
‘Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.’
What are your Dreams telling you?
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jim Warren
What you Think about Another,
Will be Reflected in How You Treat Them
Love Each as your Brother, As Your Mother,
And Kindness from Your Love will Stem.
Harmony Blossoms when we Look at another and See ourselves.
Take each step upon the Path of Life with the Intent to Smile
and Harmony will Light your way.
Reach with Hands that seek to Give
Abundance will Fill your world.
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterst.
When Shadows Transcend the Ebon Glow
And Whispers Speak of Brazen Unknowns
Golden fire Reaches and Stirs
Delicate Splendor Gently blurs
5-Minute Verses…Just something I like to do/ am able to to with reasonable success and thought I’d extend the challenge to participate. Select an image, then write. Try not to overthink it 😉 I’m usually surprised and pleased with what Inspiration and Creativity share with me and I’m sure you will be as well.
Beautiful Photography found on HD Wallpapers. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~
When I am not even Thinking,
Keeping me Focused
When My Heart is sinking.
Whispers Come softly
While I am still Sleeping,
Straightening my tread
On the Course I am Keeping.
Smiles Rain down
From the Heaven’s Above,
Reminding me Always
Of Unconditional Love.
Joy in the Journey,
The Lesson I’m Learning,
Walking Beside me, You
Keep me from Turning.
Yet, when I do Stray
From the Path Leading Home,
And when Doubts fill my mind,
Beautiful Photograph found on Google Image Search