LOVE always the Answer

Wookie was not quite sure what was going on. She is not exactly photogenic, and I was sitting down, which is always a bit confusing for the dogs. I usually sit very rarely.

Is anyone else up to 150 posts this year alone? I would love to hear about what you are doing if so. Also, should anyone have content suggestions that would increase my audience without expecting monetary compensation, I would much love those. I would pay, but I have no funds. All this costs me. I know money is not a subject, but…

I hope you are enjoying the break from the endless activity and that you are well. I suggest this would be a perfect time to work creatively.

Maybe Today

We can spend time with
One another, talk, listen;
Pick up a book, magazine,
Newspaper, read good things.
Love
On our pets, while they love us,
Play with a child, love them,
Read interesting storybooks, or
Make stories up together.
Color, draw, paint – something
Beautiful,
Listen to music, sing along, or alone,
Pause some screen interaction,
See less bad news, avoid fear, panic,
We can discover an alcove of quiet
In whatever way we wish.
A long walk with mindfulness,
Bringing along a non-phone camera,
Writing letters to those we love,
Who
Will treasure the gift of “real” mail.
We must not allow chaos, meanness,
In the public sphere to dictate
The persons we are and become.
Humans are able to transcend disasters,
Growing richer, better, more capable,
Polished, polite, kindly, generous,
People of LOVE!
We can rise, creating,
A world
Of possibility and opportunity.
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

As a prompt, I encourage you to put the world aside, a while. Enjoy the people, the places, the things that enrich your existence. If you wish, engage your creativity and produce something. Or if you are as exhausted as we often become, rest. Blessings to you and yours. Peace amidst the turmoil.

Envision

I am not the artist I wish I were, but picture this:

A Raven flying, wings outspread
Beak open, claws extended;
Diving for the menace, a majestic
Bald Eagle talons reaching
Beak also open emitting strident cries,
Below them lies the Earth
A mix of blues, browns, and greens.
The Raven and the Eagle engage
Feathers fly.
Between their combat and the Earth
We see, what has forever been,
A pure white Dove with tremendous wings
Outspread,
Pure light illuminating His body,
An olive branch in His beak.
The Earth turns, as battles rage,
The Holy Spirit guards over it all,
And Love will never fail.

I think of this as a video clip, but I have no skill. It came very forcefully. Now, you may believe I visualized it, but I have no capability for such. I see nothing in my head. Still, I wish I could draw it. I think it would be impressive.

Poetry

I did not think I would find it in me to do any more work today. I am not well settled with myself, and I am sorry if it disturbs you to know this. Worry not. Days are challenges, always, just some tear at me worse than others. I was reading and realized a poem wanted to be. For me, when the words shimmer and trill, I better busy myself, or I will be more ill than ill. So be it…

Poetry

The graceful leap of ideas –

Casting lures aptly baited
With irresistible word
Gathered, (stolen), from dragon hordes
And memorized vocabulary of
Spelling Bees.
Late nights, (early hours), spent
Flashlight reading
Under covers fresh warm surround,
Pouring over dictionaries, encyclopedias,
Maps, travel brochures, thesauruses,
As many as would be found.
Studying Bible verses and ancient poets
Until meaning is engraved on who one is,
Seeking images, highlights, making
Adventure in every visited space,
Harmonies, lyrics, melodies lightly stored,
Every experience questioned, explored,
Each day providing, proving mystery,
Reasons, motives, dissected, laid bare.
Love throughout it all, yet doubt, fear,
Dual vines growing untempered,
But love more potent than any adversary
Filling heart, mind, soul with those
Sensibilities needed to become complete –
Writing the poems acquired for the desire
Of the choosing to sufficiently compete.

An instrument, malleable, beloved
Desiring to encourage, inspire, love,
Through the application of gifts.

I am most fortunate. There is much for which to be grateful, many graces we never realize. It is my hope that all of you remain safe and well. That you take this time while some things take a time-out to renew relationships and do some of the things you often don’t but enjoy.

Maybe the lesson for us is appreciation, sometimes we are so caught up we lose sight of blessings. Gratitude is a beautiful way to honor love and life.

Create. Creativity is destiny.

Alchemy

What of us who are
Unlike as earth and water,
Surrounded by air?
Can we find much in common
Together in sharing things?

Light breathes on fields, waves,
Shore kisses surf giving bits
In the wash and spray,
Earth witnesses ocean, river,
Providing base and surface.

Opinions diverge
The atmosphere becomes charged,
Violent manner quelled,
Animosity prohibited,
Civilized conversation reigns.

No stolen thunder,
No shrill banshee wails unleashed,
Gentle the turmoil –
Evoking tranquility,
Projecting calm, bringing peace.

Communication
Is our art for reasoning
Forging agreements
Bringing our society
Into greater possibility.

Our differences
We must recognize, treasure,
Encourage tolerance
For only Love can forestall
More horrible disasters.

We, diverse but like,
Needing one and another
Dependent, yet free,
You reflect with me, empathy,
Together we clearly see.

The poem was three verses when I transferred it. It did a sea change. I want you to know most often when I speak of Love it is the agape love we experience in Christ Jesus.

Yesterday really shook me. I do not know how much I will be writing.

I have never experienced pandemonium like that in the physical world before.

Anyway, you all take care. Blessings on each of you.