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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

I asked my family if I was unlikable, I asked the dishes and newspapers, asked my morning tea and sadding– heart. Yeah Sadding. Like Madding Crowd. 

This morning, I looked at images from 2016, and most of them were images of loneliness. Someone somewhere was either hurtful or being hurt. Where are the dancers and restaurateurs ? The movers and shakers are all earthquake or badder news. You must pardon my grammer, its the way I feel today.

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What makes a nation Rude  ?
Why is there hate enough to birth students of Hate ? I do not know, but look at the pictures. There’s a few left, waiting for Hope

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I’m ashamed to even complain of small insults …. …

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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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We spare no one, nothing, to bless our own business

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Are we prepared ? Sure, this isn’t about Christmas trees. Should it ?

It’s a ‘ madding crowd ‘  like T/ Harding said. 🙂 We ache for Laughter. We are thirsty for real food, we hurt for naked joys – we are beggars of joy, peace. Sellers of smiles, agents of change like never before. We do not mean to be Rude. We just dont know any other way to get through the day.  There are ravines between us. Misunderstanding. Gossip. Evil schedules, agenda. we murder with sweet tongues. ss-161216-yip-43_b9bc04da4ce709297b898c6d66a0781c-nbcnews-ux-1024-900

These are the days we should cherish though. Colours have never been this beautiful. Movies, music, books, people, speeches – they are all pretty moving.

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We as a human race are more sensitive than ever before, more shaken, more privileged, more torn, more wise, more expressive, more cunning, shrewd, street smart, savvy, we are sharper, richer, faster, we are at our most beautiful, yes we are….

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Gift me a Smile, that I may give another today. I seem to have run out of Apps.

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If I had this one thing

How beautiful the Feet of those who spread good news – on the mountains of division, discouragement, despair*;

see, though I speak with the voice of an angel and have not love, I am a clanging cymbal a noise in the wilderness, a desert in a stream ;

if I give my body to be burned and sell all my wares for charity but have no love in all my ‘speaking’, I am no reminder of One who  is patient, kind, endures, does not keep account of wrong, is forgiving, does not gossip, nor tears out anothers’  existence for personal agenda…

if I ran every mountain, won every war for the good of humanity but within I have words of hate, what am I what am I –

but if we had this one thing,  I think of all we could accomplish against all odds, among these places of derision, hate, division ; we might say to this and that mountain, Go fall in the sea and it would obey, if I had the Power of true love,

true love.

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(* from Mathew Henry’s concordance, Song of Songs ); this Post inspired by verse in the Bible.

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Harvest blessed

You harvest me

like a field

of swelling sleepy grain, waiting

for rain

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Thank God I’m not a mollusc or something…

WHAT I READ LATELY ON U TUBE – … Sy123 1 week ago   ” Thank god i’m not a mollusc or something. I wouldve missed out on knowing these beautiful things…  ” 

English: Notocypraea piperita Gray, 1825, a mo...

 

 

 

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Earth’s Open secrets

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Cucoons – like us, deep inside, waiting growing, breathing, living dying, breaking, tearing, crushed, expelled, shed skin and diminished, to excel ;  shellled, to spread wing, from little feet to skies….

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Our most cruel offender…

” But you must have a good time !”  the woman said as we walked out of her little house by the dried lake, a home filled with her late husband’s pictures and souvenirs …

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Jasi Macwana knew Japan like a pet rabbit, had friends from Greece, and Canada and Amsterdam. For the first few moments you would think she was making up a few things, but Jasi had not been a Navy bride for nothing. She had also not lost so much for nothing. ( Her words).

I listened with all I had, to the pure joy of this woman.  “ No pictures please, ” Jasi added firmly ( name changed), but you must have a good time..”

Why the emphasis? Was my face sad ? Did she see pity in my eyes ?

There are somethings one will never know right away I guess. As I write this post, I know now, when things happened to Jasi : widowhood, loss of various kinds, she did the one thing human beings do when Life changes. She changed. She let go, with the Faith that she was not alone, that God was with her…

Yeah we know all these things, but to actually ” DO ” it, to activate the New things that will happen :

shift of house and address, change of friends, acceptance of current status, memories re-visited with sweetness not bitter…

” How long did it take you Jasi ? “I asked.

She was quiet. Her face filled with quiet tears,memories and somethings I have no names for. After what felt like 10 minutes, she softly said : “ It takes a while. But you decide to have a good time, you must take care of yourself too. You are that friend you’ve got, this body is a temple of the Living God. You cannot abuse it by giving up, you must not steal its’ right to a beautiful Life..”

Then she gave me a small print red leather, slightly used Bible ( I have many at home, I love the Bible, for me its Numero Uno Best Seller, but I accepted Jasi’s gfit with a humility that was new. I am knocked out by her passion for life. Her thirst for peace with herself, and the world now given to her, her love for God who is to her, very very real…); 

as I write this, one sentence stands out ” You are the Temple of the Living God… ”  ( not a sentence you can get over in a hurry 🙂

 Am stunned at our power to de-value / desecrate ourself..
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( Not in connect with what was just wrtitten here, but as I posted the above artwork in Pastels , found Daniel R’s comment and it stalled me > Daniel has passed on to the other world this year, and I salute the brave warm and wonderful man he will always be. Thank you Daniel Russell for this comment I somehow never replied to on FB> Forgive me, thank you, and a hug for being so inspiring, always…
Daniel Russell This is a very Unique Style of Art Work. Its all your own! I love it! )
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Not if you don’t like “Change”

TEN TIME GRAMMY WINNER BReathing A Song: Bobby McFerrin.

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Where are you ?

“You’re not in the Valley, not in the mountain,

not in the dusk or dawn …..

not in the Summer winds, not in the Rainfields,

not in the Sunshine not in the  Storm –

SO, where are You ?  “I ask,

turn around and find You,

right here;

You’ve been right here,

next to me,

all along

all along…

 

 

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To fly with the Unknown

When we lose Root

and find Wing,

we are 

Born

again…?

Beautiful & Amazing Photo Collection

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Ouch Shoes

 

Extravagant, they are,

these, Shoes of Peace,

we pay heavy/credit:

generations must repay,or

stake honor – trespass forbidden Fields,

at the Untouchable’s 

Feast…

ay,

expensive, discomforting-

yet elegant is Peace, 

in these 

these maddening-

idiot darling- wings-on-

Heels:

Shoes of Peace!

Have you ever craved

for your Spirit, to walk where eagles dare

or angels would, 

can you walk there bare feet ?

 

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( inspired by Quote : ‘ gird yourself with the armoury…. & Shoes of Peace. The Bible ).

Unique pics and places

 

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