Rainy Car Windows

 

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Sitting in my car before work.

The word “CARE” has the word “car” embedded in it.

Interesting.

Life looks different when seen through the lens of a rainy dropleted window-shield.

When a tree like this is framed within a photograph, it becomes all that is.

Life becomes beautiful.

What if – we could train our eyes to do what a camera lens does?

Walnut

This day, this moment, I am doing nothing but sitting outside under the walnut tree, relaxing.

This is my view.

This is all that I am, in this moment.

Flowers

When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world; a world where every country walk would be an adventure, where every garden would become an enchanted one.”

-Grace Kelly, actress/ Princess of Monaco

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Flowers – one of the closest beings to Creative Source, Eckhart Tollet says in his book The New Earth.

https://www.eckharttolle.com/books/newearth/

A Creation Story

And Mommy said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

Mommy saw that the light was good? Well, she had her doubts, but she allowed the light to continue,and she separated the light from the darkness.

Mommy called the light “Thursday,” and the darkness she called “Sunday – Maybe?.”

And Mommy took the laundry out of the washing machine and hung it up to dry while she drank her coffee.

And there was the microwave signalling the heating of another cup of coffee, and there was more laundry — the first hour of Thursday.

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What are your first morning hours like?
Is what I want to know.
Am I alone in the Coffee Light?
Or are there other gods and goddesses, also creating Light?

Boyhood

“Boyhood, like measles, is one of those complaints which a man should catch young and have done with, for when it comes in middle life it is apt to be serious.”

-P.G. Wodehouse, “The Adventures of Sally”
copyright 2017 Andrews McMeel Syndication

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This quote is from a fictional work, written humorously; not seriously intended but having three living boys of my own, it still makes me want to defend boys and boyhood. Male-hood. God help me, yes, I’m going to defend it.

Boys have a “different” energy.

They lead from their heart and instinct, even though society would have us believe they do not, claiming they’re mostly logic and don’t understand feelings like female humans do.

But Dario Nardi reminds us that

“There are over eighty known hormones.
Almost all affect personality.
At least seven vary greatly with gender .”

When it comes to testosterone – “men produce ten times more testosterone than women, so even low testosterone men have more than any woman.” 

Psychologically,
testosterone promotes:
aggression,
risk-taking,
anxiety
or energy
that may lead to
poor concentration,
assertiveness,
and
a natural self-confidence.

All these things create a more instinct driven being, less hampered by forethought sometimes then its female counterpart.

This makes for many misunderstood differences between the biological sexes, which gets “boyhood” unfairly characterized as too loud, too aggressive, too everything, when they’re not “wrong” or “bad” so much as being what they are biologically engineered to be.

It gets boyhood unfairly characterized as a “misfit toy” in our society and educational system instead of celebrated for all the amazing gifts it brings to the table before adulthood and society dampen it into a flickering shadow of its former self instead of a the shining beam of energetic creativeness it can be.

I find it interesting that in a patriarchal society, male hood is denigrated. It’s denied that it possesses many of the same positive traits that women possess – such as creativity (which in boys is more frequently viewed as “mess making”, plus all the awesome traits that are unique to testosterone filled boys who are, at the beginning of their life journey, absolutely filled and brimming over with a joy of living life to its fullest!

Many boys are boisterous and ever moving rather than sitting still and listening, following. They were born to forge ahead into the world, and they have their own larger than life style of doing things.  

So you must prepare to buy new reading glasses when they love you.

Because they actually break things with their spontaneous bear hugs around the head or where ever they can reach you at the time. Which I don’t dare complain about – I know how lucky I am to be the recipient of such ferocity. It’s just a bit shocking when it happens, is all.

*HUG!*

*CRACK!*

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And there you are. Broken glasses.

See those crumbs there on my pretty Tinkerbell dresser?  Littlest one knew the vacuum was out of commission so thought he’d crumble a stale hot dog roll. On my dresser. In MY bedroom. For Fun. And no where else would do.

So if you’re not prepared – going into BoyWorld can take you by surprise. Even when you ARE prepared it takes you by surprise sometimes!

Boys are walking into the bathroom to find the sink, floors, walls splattered with mud like a brown murder crime spree scene, after it was just so nice the minute! before!! Literally – 60 seconds before!!! That other moment in time when you left it, thinking it was safe.

The reason?

Something or other to do with Worm’s house. Worm needed water or his house need cleaning or some such thing? Couldn’t be done outside for some unknown reason. My house didn’t matter. But Worm’s house? PRIORITY!!!!! 

Another boy loved his worms when he was smaller too and has come inside after playing with so much dirt on him that it was actually UP HIS NOSE and IN HIS EARS.

Two days after the reading glasses snapped, the worm house cleaner jostled my arm while I was putting my contacts in. One contact lens didn’t make it. Boys are not  needing reading glasses anymore because you can see up close just fine with no contacts at all in your eyes.

Boys are having to do more dishes than what you started with, after they have “helped” you do dishes. But!!! boys are also finding out that baby oil will clean that stock pot you scorched so bad you thought it was going to have to be thrown out!

The Worm House Cleaner figured that one out, with one of his science experiments.

That he conducts.

While Not Doing the Dishes.

 

Boys are making mornings hilarious tottering around in your work pumps saying “Mommy how do you WEAR these?????”

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Or jumping up and down on your bed in one of your slips singing “I”m a little princess, I’m a little princess!” And by 8 pm at night – they are STILL jumping up and down on the bed, full of energy!

Boys are all “I’m cooking cheese, Mommy!”

Mommy: (OH CRAP!!! GETTING UP FAST!!!!) “WHERE are you cooking cheese, honey?”

Boy: “In the fire.” *so pleased and proud*

Mommy: FAST WALKS TO SEE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW THIS GOES.

Boy: “See? I smashed the cheese on the grate (OF THE GAS FLAME HEATER) and it’s cooking!”

Boys come in from outside and inform you that “I need something sharper than this, but still safe.”

Boys casually inform you when they are 19 or 20 years old, that they used to speed around on top of car roofs with their friends.

For FUN. 

Okay, so maybe we don’t want to see middle aged men acting like boys.

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Frequent Colliding

Baubles

fill the air with pristine
Gladness.

Trembling anew at the sensations provided
Within
the authenticated, yes even validated
Madness.

Thus structure after structure eventually
subsided, and glinting
particles of nothing coincided, leaving prudent
thoughts to loll around
Lackadaisically.

Or was it
Enthusiastically?

Ahh, who can tell
in this messy world of
Happenstance.

Baubles.

 

Copyright 1995 MDS All Rights Reserved

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“The particles are so tiny that the task of making them collide is akin to firing two needles 10 kilometres apart with such precision that they meet halfway.”
-https://home.cern/topics/large-hadron-collider 

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The Large Hadron Collider

The LHC is the largest machine in the world. It took thousands of scientists, engineers and technicians decades to plan and build, and it continues to operate at the very boundaries of scientific knowledge.
https://home.cern/topics/large-hadron-collider 

Glimpse into an Alternate Galaxy

Sentimental wastelands abound in the South,
though the nearby planets prosper and continue to thrive.
Ratings rise or fall, according to the chance of the moment,
answering the need for boundaries to which they all must strive.
When the Northmen come down to visit or parley, invariably they
bring with them their flowery emotion, murky attitudes, and
elevated ideas of love and rage, of friendship and petulance.
Ratings grow tense at these time, striking levels of resistance, for
rare is the Southerner who fails to be annoyed by their love-ridden,
oft-times senseless drive.

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Young townsmen try to run them out, albeit illegally, hoping to quell
the restless feeling of being alive.
Sometimes they succeed. And their peace returns.
Sometimes they do not, and chaos plays havoc with their well-timed city.
In these uncertain times, they eye the ratings worriedly, also heartburn and
ulcers arrive, further upsetting their wasteland of success.
“We run an even keel,” they boast, “and do what we can to survive.”
Claim they have no need for such Northern nonsense as “following one’s heart”
and further excessive pomposity.
Southerners enjoy steady ratings, not Northern wall-bouncing, extremist ones.

The townsmen try harder, as quietly, as evenly as illegally as they can.
Very often, the Northmen tire of the stressful “communication” and return to their
Northern planet to live happily among their natural rainforests of idealized love,
from which their beliefs derive.

To talk the walk of the innocent,
Is to walk the walk of the damned,
as is the damned the very same as the innocent.

Both maintain a motionless stance.

 

Copyright 1995. MDS. All Rights Reserved

 

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“A war, long and fierce, engulfed the planet; brother amassed against brother.
There was death and destruction both north and south.”

2002, The Lost Book of Enki, by Zechariah Sitchin.

 

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