We Miss the Tree

A tree fell yesterday, no one there to hear the rumble.

Roots already fading forever away, like our youth marching off to war.

I mourned that tree and felt alone, until I reached the bottom of the hill.

A bird anxiously waited for me to round the corner.   On your mark, get set...go!  We raced to the stop light.

The bird waited in a tree.  Green light go and go we did all the way to the next red light.

Again and again until we ran out of trees, we raced along content to be. 

Then it dawned on me, the tree that fell yesterday, was missed by that bird as well.

The Sky Our Ceiling

We don't always treat each other so well in this world.  It is odd because we share the same ceiling.  The earth is a home to us all.  Case in point, I was driving and had stopped.  The light turned green and I said, "Oh, it's green."  A truck was coming over the crest of the hill behind me and honked at me.  I was thinking that that was nice of him.  I was in the intersection and as he was turning right  I waved a Thank you to him while his passenger flipped me off with a scowl on his face.  If I had mental problems  I would have gone after them or have thought that I was the reason the man was scowling.  He didn't know me, nor I him, and he was a goodly distance behind me.  I venture to say he was in a crappy mood before he rode over the hill and was just looking for people to flip off.  Why should I have to make excuses for others poor behavior?   Because that man shares the same roof as do I and with all of you too.

      Taking it a bit further, what if the weapons of mass destruction were really weapons we have designed to defend ourselves against the space inhabitants.  The middle east could have been the protectors and would die protecting the weapons of mass destruction to keep them out of the hands of the evil invaders.  The rest of the world is supposed to know this but suddenly, the enemy has made it through our atmosphere and taken up residence amongst us.  What if..... Nah.   Nevermind.

 

How Happy is the Stranger?

   How sincere is the stranger who says, "Wow, its so good to see you are happily married,"?  I've heard this many times in the past 24 years and from people both men and women who have just found out that I was married.  I no sooner get it off my lips and they make the claim that me being married makes them happy and they claim that therefore I must be happy.

They don't understand marriage or happiness and this is a fact.  One never was intended to create the other.  Better to say, happy is the man who is happily wed or happy is the married woman whose husband knows when to take his fishing trips.  Happiness isn't something that requires a contract.  It comes and goes just as the sun rises and sets.  Marriage is a death do you part kind of deal and when you think about it, its comical in nature.  The only real escape clause both entering the union agree upon is Death.    

What right do we have to ask that others be responsible for our happiness?  None. Why don't we all take a moment to reckon with our spirit and admit, that it is okay to not be happy all the time and it is also okay to be happy when others are not. Admit it: "You are not responsible for my happiness!"   Know that I'm not responsible for yours.  We can however, rejoice for each other when we know such glee and we can mourn for each other during times of suffering.  Let us all, no matter what, just be real.

One more thing.  Do not tell married people how wonderful it is that they are married.  They live. That is wonderful. Okay?  Thank you.

New Day!

         At 7 am, one should expect the sun to make its way over the horizon.  Not lately.  The fog so thick carries with it its own darkness--a shield to protect the night.  I see it rolling over the hills across from me and between the canyons now filling with new homes.

          Since the people are much like the Sun's lightness in my life; much anticipated but unavailable to me, I'll go ready myself for work.  I must admit, I'm surprised. 

           Good day to you all!

 

The Secret of Population Farming

So, I've been sick for awhile.  Allergy? uh no  Cold? uh uh Virus? bingo!  See, a cold stays on course.  You sail or surf it out through the course you plotted.  A virus doesn't know it is supposed to stay in the water and goes airbourne and earth borne.  This allergy/cold ( really a virus but shh, the doctors don't know that till you bugged them 5 times) began when immunizations started. 

My thoughts are; those who are immunized, expose all the others around them to its contamminates.  They who recieved the immunizations will probably succumb to it by February but to a lesser degree. Is this good? Maybe.  Maybe it is a way to keep us all stronger when we are called to face the really big exposure; or...  Maybe we should really be aware of a country whose top ten GdP has something to do with health and pharmeceuticals.   What say you?   Comments please. (pardon my spelling)

Mixed Emotions

I was feeling so inept about every little thing today. I've been blessed with so much and yet, I found myself doubting; doubting that I am worth anything at all. I spoke to Carol and she cheered me up.I spoke to my love but not enough.  Sometimes I am so inept at finding words for his ears and my heart aches when I've nothing to say, accept, I love you.  But then, my dear friend Paul stopped by to see if I was still sick. (will I ever be well again?) He brought me great cheer  He is uplifting to be sure.  I love my friends.  Thank you God.  Thank you for all my blessings.  Thank you.

Importance

The thoughts of others can wound us, especially if they ever mattered in the first place.  If someone were to speak ill of you but they held no significance in your life, would it really matter?  If they once mattered, even if they no longer do matter, would it affect you at all?  Be honest.  It matters.  The people online create a reality and once anyone enters that realm they become a part of that twisted existence. 

I have severed my ties from folks dwelling in their twisted realm because their reality does not appeal to me any longer.  I'm busy now.  I've got hopes and expectations.  I've turned a new page.  I'd like to go share it with those in a larger audience, you know, to crow, to sing about it.  I've instead told precious few.  I share the things that are important with those who matter now.  I'll duck the arrows of those less so.