Family doesn’t only come in a two-legged version.
Family doesn’t only come in a two-legged version.
Like a velvet glove
Soothing the harshness,
A soft and gentle touch
Silently rolling forward.
It touches nothing
But caresses everything,
A life of its own
A duty to perform.
Like a fervent admirer
It covers its lover,
Pressing home the advantage
Nothing is forgotten.
To some it signifies evil
To others anonymity,
People tend to whisper its name
And watch it inherit the world.
Sailors fear it passing by
Lovers salute its silence,
The wonder of the city
The passage of the fog.
Once again, my Dynamic Duo have presented me with a photograph that I could not leave alone. This poem was written almost 10 years ago but it popped into my mind immediately when I saw this photograph. Thank you to Dan and Maddie had nofacilities.com
A single thought can change the world . . if it is the right thought.
My favourite moments are those I share.
The catch word for today is ‘Transparency”. People think everything should be transparent, we should know it all. I am here to add my voice to that conversation and tell you… No thanks. I don’t want to know what goes into making my sausage that I am thoroughly enjoying. I don’t want to know the machinations that were used to get aid to those who require it. I just want to know that it has happened.
We live in a world where everyone seems to want to get ahead by stepping on other people. OK not everyone! But enough that we are concerned. We should be. And we want to know what’s going on to ensure that that doesn’t happen. I understand that. And I agree. But too much information simply muddies the water. I trust in the people we put in place to protect us. Call me naïve if you wish. There’s enough going on in my life for me to worry about that it’s difficult to worry about, well, everybody else. And quite honestly some of it is none of my business.
I have used celebrities before as an example and unfortunately, they are the favourite punching bag. I don’t need to know everything about them. I don’t need to know their eating habits or their toiletry practices. IT IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS! It shouldn’t be anybody else’s either. I don’t want some stranger knowing what is in my medicine cabinet. So why does the gutter media think they have the right to snoop so intrusively? I don’t know. But I do know that there is a certain transparency that should not be exploited.
I once watched a YouTube bit about a transparent public toilet. (It’s in Japan) when no one is in the room it is transparent. When someone comes in and locks the door it turns opaque. It is done to dispel the concept of dirty, smelly bathrooms. With my luck I would be halfway through my use of it with my knickers around my ankles and it would turn transparent. Seriously. I don’t have that kind of courage. But it highlights the whole concept of transparency. Sometimes it is a good thing. But not always.
It is not transparency we require; it is accountability. We need to know that what is important will be taken care of and what is not important will be dismissed. The trick is knowing the difference. There are things that once seen can never be unseen. Things once said that can never be unsaid. We need to be careful and we need to be accountable. If we take responsibility for things that we have done or said then we have a much better chance of being accepted for who we are and what we believe. At least that is what I believe.
When play becomes work it’s no longer fun. When work becomes play it is far more productive.
Sometimes behind a winning smile is a losing personality.
I am not in control of my life if I am only doing as I am told.
An empty chair beside his bed,
An old man lay alone.
He thought of all that he had done,
And how he could atone.
He did not know the words to use,
To speak to God above.
A Priest once said you only need,
To speak your words with love.
Place a chair beside your bed,
And Christ will sit with you.
Never fear, He knows your truth,
He knows just what to do.
Every night the man did try,
To speak to Him above.
He spoke his truths and his woes,
He spoke it all with love.
The chair beside him spoke one night,
And asked if it was time.
“Come with me and be at peace,
Together we will climb.”
“To heights untold where angels sing,
My Father waits with pride.
Hold my hand and we will fly,
The world will have to bide.”
The sun did rise to greet the day,
And our hero breathed his last.
Content of heart and smiling lips,
He took the hand as asked.
Who we are is in our words and sharing is the ultimate form of trust.
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
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