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Concession or concession.
Consolation or constellation.
It may not take a village.
But.
It does take a community.
Of liked minded individuals who hash, rehash and hopefully not dash from the truth when it becomes too,
Uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable truths.
Uncomfortable facts.
The truth hurts.
The facts hurt.
Vices.
Are they designed to keep us in line.
Or keep us out of the line.
The line line.
The fine line.
The wrinkly lines.😏
The linear equations manipulated in the form seams, lies and wide open spaces.
Wide open spaces.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.= Thunder. Thunder. Thunder.
Where am I going with all of this?
I dunno.
I really don’t.
As for me and my house.
We serve.
him.
And.
her.
But.
Above all Him.🙏🏻
Still.
Before.
During.
After.
Point forward.😳⚽️🏀🎾🏈⚾️🥎🏉?….
Land. Air. Sea.
Delivery ain’t all it is cracked up to be.
Deliverance ain’t all it is cracked up to be.
It feels crummy-blood-from-a-turnip-kind-of-crummy.
On the one hand👋🏻, we “should” all get along.
It feels “better”, right?
On the other hand👋🏻, we do not all get along.
And it should feel ok. Because then it means we respect differences.
And do not exploit them. The differences. Because it is mean.
Troublesome truth. To say the least. Manners are a sensitive awareness, spatial and otherwise of the feelings of others. But. We are here and here we will remain, until the back stabbing and daily fires are extinguished.
It takes time.
It takes your time.
It takes my time.
And. A whole lotta prayers. If you so choose to. While you still have the option and options to.
Shine as the gift you hope another will open up to.
Remembering it is anybody’s guess.
In the moment. In the stillness of the moment.
Is perfection.
Perfect.
Say a little prayer.
Sing a little ditty.
Just. Do something.
Look at the sky.
Look at the sun.
Ask:
”Oh Mr. Sun, Sun,
Mr. Golden Sun.
Please shine down on me.
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun,
Mr. Golden Sun.
Hiding behind a tree.
These little children are asking you,
To please come out so they can play with you.
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun.
Mr. Golden Sun.
Please shine down on me.
Simple.
But. Not easy.
Like playing the key board.
Or drums.
See what I mean…….?
We all have the ability to use any resource “at our disposal” to lure in another. Sounds rather dreadful. Yes. Sounds rather innocent?
Who knows.
Time moves pretty fast these days.
And.
Before we know it we gave it up. The secret. The answer. The who knows what to who knows who, or whom.
Left alone with our devices, staring back at us.
Doom scrolling for the next “buzz”.
INSIDIOUS REALLY.
We think we are being harmonious with one another in a community of like-mindedness awaiting an outcome that mucks up the situations and circumstances even more. Alone on an island. Lost at sea.
Persons really should stay out of other people’s bedrooms.
But.
They don’t.
Thinking this is the way to go, to go.
Ugh.
BACK TO SQUARE ONE,
WE go.
Back to the beginning of the hurts.
Back to the beginning of the vice squad calling the shots.
Outsmarting another in the moment is the best thing to do, right?
Nope.
Never.
If you truly, really want to share your person as a gift.
Do not expect anything in return.
Nothing.
Zero.
Nada.
Nuttin’
Otherwise the societal river schemes keep the business going strong.
The kids suffer.
Again.
The adults forget.
Again.
BACK TO SQUARE ONE.
Again.
None of us. Not one of us get “it” right the first time.
When we intrude, distract and dis engage one another for the sake of our own advancement.
It is wrong.
Un Godlike.
So.
Practice makes perfect. Practice what you preach, in the moment. Even if, and when you do not want to.
The beauty that grows out of the gift of 🫵🏻?
Trust.
Yep.
Trust.
The foundation upon what all else is built.😃
It takes a special gift from a bad a**kind of person to admit they don’t “got this.” Sneaking and hiding the truth behind and under a
rock. Or a tree.
Escape artists know full well what and how they “do it”
And they ARE afraid to show it. Because deep, deep, down the insecurity eats them alive.
Alive.
The kind of sharing no body “WANTS”.
It is ok to not be ok.
It is ok to be happy.
What will you do, to be happy?
Strength plus character lends us the clues:
Why we squander them is because of our human imperfection and our inability to self evaluate the truth.
Character is the ability to do the right thing long after the excitement of the moment has passed.
It is not sexy, exciting or flirty.
But. It is.
Right.
”The Character of a Happy Life.”
Henry Wotten
How happy is he born and taught,
That servers not another’s will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose souls is still prepared for death,
Untied unto the worldly care
Of public fame; or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise;
Or vice; who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise;
Nor rules of state, but rules of good:
Who hath his life from rumors freed,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors great;
Who God hosts late and early pray,
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend
This man is freed from servile bonds,
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
Yet. Hath. All.
Oh Mr. Sun. Please shine down on me.
Help me grow from here on out.
Into the beautiful tree I was meant to be.
Amen.
Hallelujah.
And,
”Let’s go!”
When the day gets you down.
And the road seems dreadfully uphill.
Use the gift of strength to resolve.
No other concession. No other concessions.
Draw on yourself😏.
Be nothing other than the gift of a shining sun on the wide open seas.
No constellation other than the shining sun of
You🫵🏻.
No rocking the boat today.
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