There are days when things happen that should never happen. There are people whose lives deserve to be filled with joy and peace, but though they’re just like anyone else they’re forced to live a reality; lives filled with fear, hurt, sorrow, brokenness. I don’t think anyone on this planet, has determinedly, purpose fully decided to be hurtful, angry or hateable at the time of their birth.
Try arguing with me if you like but I refuse to believe it. If that were so, then every hurtful, silly mistake we’ve ever done, we’ve done deliberately? In my mind - here in my heart, I can not… I will not… allow myself to believe such a thing about anyone. Yes, I agree that some terrible things are done with deliberate purpose, and malicious intent to hurt badly, but what ever it is that caused such a character flaw, grew in those persons during their life time, and was not conceived in the womb.
I believe in people…
You are amazing to me. You shine so brightly, so beautifully. I need so badly to thank you each for the loving gift you are. It’s Christmas and it’s supposed to be a time of cheer but we all know too well, it may not be that way for some of us. So, I wish for you…
Happiness – may she shine through your life as the sun when it pierces though the night Love – that causes your heart to melt Joy – It will be your strength when you think you have none Peace – so you may whisper your way through life, bringing smiles to troubled others Courage – to stand, and when all else fails – to keep on standing Security – Always knowing someone somewhere has your back covered Faith – in something, especially yourself Friends – You will never need a lot but you will need REAL ones Perseverance – To break through the now into the person you were born to be
There are so many other wonderful things I wish for you all. The greatest gift that I can want for you is most definitely not the least… I dream this for you...
I wish for you no matter what, no matter where, why or when, in your life when it seems your well’s run dry, you will find…
High on the peaks of the mountains not so far west of the city, he is seated on his favourite ledge, eyes searching for… he knows not what. In his heart for all of his 579 years of existence on this little planet is a call to find the jewel of his eye. The years that have passed could have been lonely but for the voice he hears constantly echoing in the chambers of his heart. The voice that calls him, longing him to find, longing for him to seek out and finally become one with the holder of truth and keeper of life.
The darkness envelops him as would a cloak of the deepest dark upon his soft velvet body. For quite some hours now he has been perched on the ledge scanning the entire City, every sound has been heard and every movement seen by the keen eyes and ears of this gentle seeker of hope. He listens to the steady beat of the heart burning in his chest, overflowing with the call and the need for him to find his treasure, his life long lover and fulfilment of this – the term of Getch.
She cries out in the dark, but it is he and he alone who will ever hear the sound of her call. Being at such a young age, it isn’t difficult for him to miss her. She may be human with limited life term, and unless he finds her fast, he may miss his mate. His kind couple for life and ones life may be forever. The window is open now, her cries are loud. If he misses her now he must live forever alone, never knowing true togetherness, true bonding…
The cool breeze gently disturbs his hair and for just a moment he imagines it is the hand of his ‘bearer of hope’, caressing him, sharing his life most intimately and thoroughly as is the way of his people. He rises to his feet, stretching his cramped body and as we watch him releasing tension, wings gently unfold spaning several meters. He begins to beat the air and as the dust begins to settle he returns to his cave, the dwelling chosen for now.
… her sound echoes on and on, tearing his heart with the fear of never finding his one and only…
Sometimes when she sits at the computer, her mind is just full of “stuff”. There’s not a lot can be done about the “stuff” that’s churning around and around in the big black mass that she calls her life. Fortunate, her life is filled with other lives; always has been and probably always will be… but that’s ok…
She reaches over to the speaker to turn up the music as the sound of the big machinery outside churns, squeals and beeps on and on. What a wonderful gift this cyber world is. Just wonderful…
She thinks about the ones in her family that are getting about doing their daily things and sends them all a hug. It’s a simple thing, just thinking on who they are to her; what their life means to her personally, and then seeing a touch go out to them. It reaches them immediately no matter where they are or what they’re doing.
Sometimes, in her minds eye, she watches them stop and enjoy the gift as the touch runs along each and every nerve through their body. “Ah, they know they’re loved”, she smiles as the thought brings a warm buzz to her senses…they are loved.
The dog sitting at her feet, sighs. They seem to have the ability to sense pleasure or pain in the person they’re attached to, and this one knows the pleasure and peace of the woman who still, after 7 years, calls her ‘puppy’.
It’s time to go visit with her friends.
Personality blends can be a bit rough sometimes but like colours on canvas, makes for some beautiful thought. A picture apparently paints a thousand words, and each life is a canvas gradually blooming into the master piece. It’s wonderful to watch each breath taking piece take shape. All the colours, all the beauty and ugliness, running together…
Has anyone noticed or is it just me? Where did Christmas go? Why do we have to grow up? When did lots of us stop the fun? I just don’t understand…
Silver strips lining the room made the whole place light up. Wow! Was this magic? We stared blankly at each other after the initial excitement had dissipated and asked the question… “Why can’t we remember anything before now?”
The ground was carpeted with a soft mossy looking substance, white/grey in colour. Katie, for some reason, fearlessly fell to the ground and rolled around in it, giggling and laughing. Smiles gradually shone through our faces and we laughed out loud when she started taking bites out of the floor. “It tastes like cherries” she mumbled through her mouth full of the stuff. While taking in the moment, I remember thinking, “…but the boats aren’t here yet”.
There appeared in the wall on the far side of the room, a door opening wide. Benny raced through it with out a thought while Chappy and I helped Katie up. Honestly! Any one would have thought Katie had, just for the moment, lost her mind, but as we entered the other room, all frivolity ceased and a heavy mood blanketed us.
I looked back to see if Chappy and Katie were right behind, and as I watched them meander through, the door became no more. Thinking back now, it was a little puzzling that I didn’t think it strange for a door to vanish and become solid wall. But that was just the way it was. The next thing we knew, we were standing in a circle, blankly looking at each other, totally clueless as to anything else before the moment at hand…
I wonder what life would be like if it were this way all the time. I’ve heard that some people live their lives like that. As usual there would be heaps of good things with some not so good things involved with that thought. I do have my moments of forgetfulness and it causes me to sometimes wonder what it would be like if it were a life thing. Imagine if we could some how forget the past offences of others. Then when we met someone who’d done or said something really stupid and hurtful, we wouldn’t remember it and they would have another chance to redeem themselves; make another attempt at getting it right or better next time. I wonder if that would happen or would we just keep doing the same silly things over and over again?
I wonder if I wished you a Happy Christmas, would it make a difference to your day. I wonder if I thought nice thoughts and sent them to you, would you feel them and enjoy them. Well whether the answer to that is yay or nay, I’m sending them to you any way. I hope you can receive them no matter where you are and that you enjoy what they bring to you...
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