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In a Nights Work

photoprompt7.25.2019

My heart afire in the setting sun
darkness looms and fills my lungs.
Breathing out to clear a space
for light to shine upon my face.

Swirling through time my soul does race
to the dimension of time and space.
As darkness falls so does divine grace,
Into a hellish place; for those that live
in egotic haste.

I push and fight to find the space
that moves through time to my heavenly place.
During this night, I chose to serve
other souls born to the human race.

I love the soul who is newly birthed
and support with wisdom what’s required for Earth.
As the night fades, my work is done,
my soul returns to my human one.

 

Writers Prompt: Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/2356084250

 

Clarity

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Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto
Posted on July 18, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Clarity

The gentle breezes sway the grasses on the sandy beach

clears the cobwebs from my thoughts and reach.

The gritty sand of grays and white

Is like the annoying thoughts I chose to fight.

The lapping waves grabbing at the shore

steal the sand to return no more.

Lay myself down in the riverbed to feel the water swells

engulf my head.

Looking up to see in the sky

the breath of God moves on by.

The clouds a swirl of white and blue

create a path for my Soul to move.

Releasing all thoughts, fears and dreams

is the gift that clarity brings.

Whether on water of rocky land

the portal for God is through the heart of man.

Through these eyes I chose to see

all the parts of this beautiful scene.

Merge into one and never alone

my soul exist in this magnificent home.

Whether here or in the artic sea

my soul embraces God’s clarity.

 

The phase “the heart of man”, is symbolic and inclusive of all human kind, sexes, religions, nationalities, and sexual preferences.

https://scvincent.com/2019/07/18/thursday-photo-prompt-clarity-writephoto/

The Heron

Monday’s sighting                             Tuesday’s Heron

 

Silently stalking,
Standing perfectly still,
The Heron’s eye searching the water so chilled.
Thin legs hold the weight of the bird,
A neck so long with ease it curves.
Graceful and elegant it stands,
In silence it waits on shallow water and land.
With a darting move it captures a meal
With barely a ripple of water to feel.
Elegantly, it lifts’ up to the sky to soar.
A bird of wisdom, intelligence, and grace.
A spiritual plight to move forward
in belief of what feels right.

Today was the second day I saw a Heron by the creek where King and I walk.  While they are not a common bird in this area, they do stop by ponds and creeks from time to time.  The Heron has many spiritual meanings and the most common is self reliance, strength, following your heart and what you know is right in the face of adversity and judgement.

 

 

A stillness of the water,
A silence of your breath.
A time lapse in reality
A heaviness in your chest.

A castle of prominence
Standing tall and alone.
Attached to the hills
Foregone in dreams and poems.

The setting sun brings shadows
And plays a game of darkness with hints of rage.
With light dancing across the rippled pond
The clouds move in, reflecting an ominous sign.

The moving light, a delight to those that see through Spirit’s eyes.
It is the contrast between dark and light
A constant reminder of the Soul living a human life.

 

 

 

Photo Prompt posted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. A lovely picture and inspiring. Thank you Sue for another creative opportunity.

https://scvincent.com/2019/07/11/thursday-photo-prompt-castle-writephoto/

 

 

In late spring when King and I arrived home from a work trip we found a dark house and no power. As I checked the refrigerator and freezer things were already melted and smelly. It is the downside of being away for a week.

Life changes when you have no power. Without music or the TV, the house was in total silence. Amazon’s Alexa no longer plays my radio stations. And working in the home office was much harder to do without internet. So hanging in the local library became a nice option but phone calls are a “no-no”. Phone calls are planned for in the car or at mom’s place since I have very bad reception at my house. A conscious plan must be made to charge electronics and at the worse I leave them charging in a running car.
The upside of the quietness is that time to pray and meditate, is more abundant. The birds chirping in the morning, heard through the open windows, are more pleasant than any alarm. They are joyful and welcoming to the new day. I laid in bed listening to them instead of thinking about emails.

Cooking for King was a challenge. I would visit mom’s home or a friend’s place just a few blocks away to cook. It got me back to the gym at least for a shower and an occasional work out.

I normally run the vacuum every day to get up the beautiful black dog hair that is everywhere. Instead, I took to using a rubber glove to lift it off the sheets that lays on top of the bed and on the sofa. It worked better than the vacuum on the carpeted steep, narrow, steps that lead up to the second floor. The vacuum never did a great job and was unusable on the pie slice shaped steps at the top. It felt dangerous trying to run the vacuum over the coarse rug on the steps. The handheld tools lacked the pull to get his hair without a fight. On the area rugs I use my rubber sole shoes to rub the hair into a pile. It amazes me how much hair gets bedded into the carpet weaving in such a short time.

Anything I eat is stored at room temperature while King’s food is stored in a cooler with ice. I have come up with a new favorite combination of peanut butter and pumpkin seeds. I found a big bag of pumpkin seeds in the cabinet when looking for food options. It is a delicious treat on a cracker or rice cake. It makes a great snack and can be a high protein meal.

Life is simpler without power, yet it is challenging to think of ways to handle daily routines that I took for granted. I am blessed to have support and places to crash when it is to hot or I need to cook for King. While there was a simplicity to the powerless routine, I am grateful the power returned as silently as it left. I am thankful for the blessings of family and my best friend!

Independence Day

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Today we celebrate the 4th of July, Independence Day. If I pretend to be a historian, I would say it was a day that represented a group of immigrants who colonialized the American continent, a day that represented unity and freedom from suppression.

In today’s culture, we see it as a summer holiday, a day to barbecue and celebrate with friends and family. To enjoy the freedom of the day with those we love. To celebrate our freedom to create a memory, to engage with it and to honor with love those who share in it.

For my family, we saw the 4th of July as a family celebration since it was my parent’s wedding anniversary. I was in first grade when I realize the fireworks were not to celebrate my parent’s wedding.  Instead celebrated something more foreign to me, the country’s anniversary. Even into adulthood, I still see this day as a celebration of my parents and the family they created. I am grateful for the freedom of the USA and the sacrifices so many have provided for my freedom.

Today, I have the freedom to sit and write this post. Something I take for granted when so many other bloggers, writers and journalist around the world look over their shoulder with every word they write. I am blessed and grateful for the freedoms in my life. I am free to love and honor the oneness in which I live, free to express through writing my beliefs and creative gifts. Free to send each of you a blessing for a heart and mind to experience the goodness of the Universe and “All” expressing its divine manifestation.

Hope vs Fear

More than a week ago, I was listening to the news and heard someone say something that was very interesting and thought provoking. They were talking about the 2020 elections and said something to this nature: Conservatives campaign on fear and that resonates within the base and those that live with fear. They may not like the candidate but the issues they believe that victimize them are the driver of their vote not the candidate. The candidate only represents those issues. The liberals on the left come from a place of hope and the base votes for the hopes and dreams they wish to fulfill. Fear will always fight, and hope does not fight. So where do we go from here? While this was my interpretation of this statement it felt like a lead balloon.

The very next news report was about one democratic candidate’s statement about working across the isle with other politicians that were supporters of segregation and openly discriminate and vote along those lines. This occurred early in his career. Now the young members of his party are protesting and fighting him over his comments.

These worldly concerns were running through my head as I sat at traffic lights, listening to cars honk and watched people make risky moves in and out of the city traffic. At one point I found myself thinking, who am I, to judge that person for that driving moves. Who am I to judge, if one person should listen to or converse with another who has violated another and suppressed their rights? If I chose to fight them how do I win? If I sit around and hope they change their ways, how do they hear me? I can pray for them to change and I can role model the change I want to see. Or I can step closer to them and ask to hear them. I can use my compassionate heart to hear their words and share with them my words and thoughts. I can set up an opportunity for them to take a step forward. I can find a stepping-stone that helps them see me extending a hand or olive branch. Once I jump up and down and call them wrong and they must change to my view, I lose the gift of compassion. I block them and myself from growth.

During that day I was in an interview and was asked a question that mirrored this scenario in the nursing patient relationship. I said, I have no right to judge the non-compliant patient, it is my role to meet them where they are and to offer compassion, knowledge and faith to support their moving forward even if it is one little step.

The polarization of our nation has continued to play out over these last few years very publicly. I believe it started long before that in a more hidden, underground way. Perhaps the politics of the 50s, 60s, and 70s of crossing the line to the work with those on the other side of congress and the senate was not such a bad thing. Even if they worked with those that were prejudice, bigots and misogynist. These politicians with all their beliefs and behaviors were voted into their roles by people with similar beliefs. I cannot make them go away by fighting. When did berating each other become the right way to resolve differences? Why does one side need all the power and the other no power or say? Now, I am not giving power to discrimination, suppression of others, and hate. I am choosing to acknowledge it is there and to step on a platform that is shared by other views. Until we look each other in the eyes and say you have value we can not move forward we can only get further apart.

I once read a story of tribes in Africa that would address civil disobedience without punishment. The person who did the act against others, steal and even murder, were placed in the center of all the tribe members. They were languished with love, each tribe member sharing the positive things they saw in this person over the course of a few days or week/s. It went 24 hours a day for multiple days. Each tribe member having a part in this display of love, even those wronged participated. And the person in the center received all these positive affirmations and energy. This continued until the person showed a change in themselves. They acknowledged their wrong and committed to their own plan for repentance. They would pay their debt to the tribe by service to those they hurt. In the situation of murder, they committed to a lifetime of service to the family that lost the love one.

It is an interesting concept and one we often hear about from parents who are at their wits end with a disobedient child or drug addicted adolescent. They stop the fight and start to praise their child for everything good. Sometimes they search for that good at the bottom of the barrel, but they deliberately chose to find good in every situation. They stop bringing attention to every disobedient action or drug use. I have read this multiple time, in parent self-help books or books on love and forgiveness.

How can that help in politics? Do we stop the fight by not showing up to March against it? If there is no one to hear and to fight what will happen to their anger and furry without the fan of resistance? If they have no one to fight will the awaiting silence open the door for them to listen? Will the loss of an audience change their stance as they try to find a new place to fit into society? I am not sure of the right approach. To join someone where they are, too start a conversation, or to walk away, leave no fight, and no one to listen. I see how each of these approaches can help to depower the negative and to allow room for a new voice to emerge.