Month: February 2016

Looking Beyond

“One day you will learn to give and receive love like an open window . . . and it will feel like summer everyday”  author unknown

Don’t get this twisted, she ain’t mad at him, not even one little bit. Pretty fed up with herself though. It’s been hard for her to come to terms with this. She’s been trying to get outside of those trees and see that forest. But somehow she just keeps coming back to the recognition that what they have is no way happiness. Yes they’ve handled arguments a little better lately and maybe that’s as much as one should expect. The only problem is this woman, she still believes in love. She has this innate sense of what love is and is not. She wants it and all that goes with it. She thinks perhaps he may want love too, but not from or with her.

Unfortunately she is learning her idea of a good life is far different than his. And when he is with her? Well it feels like he is doing her one big favor to even show up.

So her wide lens view of that forest she calls her relationship, it tells her it is time to make her exit with some semblance of her dignity still intact.

“Sometimes you have to be willing to let go of something old to grab onto something new. You have to be willing to let a part of you die . . . . in order for another part of you to be born.” —-Lisa Nichols

 

Listening Into the Quiet

Listening into the Quiet By: G. Braxton-Thomas

She really does try to listen to what people are actual saying, and pay attention to the words they choose. However, more often she only hears their tone and the emotion in the voices. And often it is enough. So she is probably not considered a very good listener, least ways not of people. She supposes that’s because she is contrarily an intent listener of the morning. Yes, that is what she said, the morning. She listens to those quiet sounds that come with an awakening day. Sounds of a sun rising out of an eastern sky, and sounds of the dew that softly covers the leaves of the ficus tree and those potted plants set out on her back deck. What a comforting miraculous conversation is had as the dew greets every blade of grass, every flower petal and earthly surface as far as she can see. The dew has a voice that harmonizes with the flutter of a humming bird as it hovers over a pink full flowering hibiscus. And there are the sounds of morning light’s intrusion as it overtakes the darkness that was night. The sun has a declaratory trumpeting sound, duty-filled to ever intently transform the southern sky from velvets of black to shades of purple then orange and yellow signaling daybreak. Well maybe you can’t hear those sounds, but she does, she always has. Even smells have voice and speak softly to her spirit, they tell her that big old magnolia around the bend is in blossom, and that the neighbor has spread the fertilizer. Some smells are subtle, but their voices are ever clear and she does not miss the messages. Those morning sounds are all in harmony and make profound cohesive statements of continuity, of birth, of death, of promise and compromise. Those statements direct her days and give deepest meaning to her life.

A listener of the morning has an innate ability to be patient and still, an ability to connect. She hears and acknowledges the morning, and more the morning hears and acknowledges her.

Technology Observation

Observation:

Okay I just reserved a book online with my local public library for my next book club meeting. They only had one copy and I got it!!! So someone please remind me again as to why I am supposed to hate technology? I can do all my banking online including depositing checks, paying bills, putting a stop on checks, etc. My entire shopping, yes all online if I choose. I can purchase an eBook from “Amazon” or “iBooks,” I can get audio books or rent/buy videos and movies. Who needs cable TV anymore? And what about “YouTube,” are you serious? I have found decades old video of favorite long gone artists like Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee, all kinds of music in some cases going back to the origins of recorded sound, and if I want to learn how to add extensions to my hair, sew, knit, learn to mambo, understand calculus it is all there. Now with the vendor apps, i.e. “Starbucks” for my café latte, “Fandango” for my movie tickets, I can keep track of how much I spend for items and what’s on sale. I use “iTunes” to create playlists for teaching water aerobics classes where I tunnel the music to my class through beautiful surround sound “Ue Boom” bluetooth speakers; and then there’s “iTunes Radio” and “TuneIn Radio” all making it possible to listen to radio stations around the world. And Sundays the variety of churches offering online services is mind boggling, if you are not in the mood for fellowship you need not leave your home to know what the Pastor had to say this week. Exactly what is there to hate about this technology, it was maybe 15 years ago at best that we were standing on long lines at the bank to cash a check, and remember the good old days of “Blockbusters” and heading out on snowy days to get a movie and wait on line for the cashier, then trying to get it back on time to avoid the penalty. Just owning an iPhone meant for me no need for a landline. I can talk to friends and family and know that they have not yet gotten out of bed via Skype or Facetime. Wow the cell phone has made phone booths obsolete. And the Internet/Google has completely placed the world at my fingertips. And what about airline ticket purchases using the Internet as opposed to a travel agent, seriously what’s not to like?

 

Hey light bulb moment! Look at all the middle management and introductory positions/jobs that are no longer necessary. So how do we go forward with all these ingenious amenities yet keep our citizens working for a decent wage? I want all the conveniences offered by technology and I want people to survive, to continue to make it beyond just getting by. Is modern technology advancement, or is it the decline of our nation, of our world? Why can’t we use this technology to find a solution? After all it does everything else.