Another horrid catastrophe upon U.S. soil and even as I write this the Vegas shooting death toll rises. Lately foundations have literally shaken, earthquakes and hurricanes and now this. Mentally unstable human sprays bullets into a field of concert listeners, week previous another infected one entered a church and took out a few of their parishioners. Certainly as one scans the news they could find even more heartbreaking tragedies.
Unhappy people attacking and like a rabid animal we are exterminating them, or they themselves are choosing to kill themselves. And sadly family members stating they had no idea of their anguish, or maybe just too busy or heavy laden themselves.
And the gator waits for the fallen
This month it’s difficult to write. Emotions are fragile universally and privately yet write I must as this helps me process irrational circumstances. Tears streaming from my face and I look up, a message is right in front of me, from Yoshi my parrot. He is preening, removing dirt, parasites and aligning each and every feather, yes he is shaking off the dust of the day and now I’m observing even a little yoga!! I will try to film this.
It is imperative we emotionally let go even if we’re a bit confused of just who we are and why we are in a present living condition. All we really need to do is clean up the best we can with what we have, using all of our talents and consciousness.
The shore birds are so precious. Sat watching my friend surf as they frolicked close this day. They didn’t fear me and this made my whole being warm. Watching them brings me back to my childhood days, days with no striving, no fear, no bitterness, joy was my only fuel.
As I upload see how one bird was missing a leg, another building a nest from seaweed, another with a fresh worm catch and some just bathing in the surf! The intimacy was captured and again so thankful I brought my camera!
As one grows older we choose hope or not, all depends on our foundation I suppose. Circumstances happen to all and in the end we all come to dust. Every new beginning, every new chapter in our lives is because of some kind of ending.
Now key is not repeating similar patterns of regret or else we will be just tossed on the seas of circumstance or worse, loneliness. Friendships have taught me this, if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy their hoarding or their solitude. It’s because they have tried to love, yet people they truly care about, continue to disappoint them. And maybe, just maybe it’s too painful facing one’s own reflection.
Then they choose to numb themselves; alcohol, gambling, pornography, or worse, this rage seeps outwardly. Verbally abusing, sometimes physically and worse like today, they literally machine gun the life out of those around them.
Yes these are the cycles that need interception, some kind of healing intercession or sadly, one may never fulfill what they came here to accomplish. Again, it starts with us, where we are with everything that makes us US! And in my heart comes to mind words of St Francis of Assisi…again. Selah~