Innerdialects

Some July thoughts

_{^{‘Strategies to increase comfort in my life}}‘ W.Press Prompt

Watch July. She is packing with floods, a bridge collapse closer home, Dream liner, helicopter crashes; 2 air balloon disasters in neighbor continent;

more news of Minorities’ persecutions, sent by my friend Bibo, 5 am in a still dark day.

I fly to the roof, to catch a peek of dawn. Please Lord, Good News? Sitting in the iron ladder going up to a small room in our apartment terrace there’s zero thought, except the need to stay here, and drink in the early hour. Quiet my heart, look in the monsoon sky. It is going to be chilly. My shirt is thin cotton, the breeze is a riot in my ears. Somewhere below a cow moos like its ancestors have mooed. “‘Nothing‘ & Everything changes,” I’m thinking in the middle of non- thoughts.

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I got this Photograph👇🏼 from my friend Yomargey, (her lovely ‘snippets from a Herefordshire garden and Things that catch her eye’)..in this photograph …

two chairs here, and one a little away under no tree, in the grass under sky.

^{Photo credit : Yomargey thank you for the lovely picture!}

Y is my Insta friend; we live in different Geo locations: her two white cats, the fields of rain and snow, or garden manicured with wooden chairs, table, visiting children, her garden scissors, lilies, wreaths of sun curled blossom, her kitchen table and artsy lit cupboards;

my own geography is a peninsula floating 1.40 billion and I,

+ our bouquets of lanes, vendors of morning jasmine, auto rickshaw tuk-tuks, temple spire, banian tree hunched over zebra crossings, traffic lights dim at dawn –

this morning, Yomargey’s Photograph stokes my heart; here I’m unedited. Here there’s no Punctuation-Momma, no Grammerlily ; here like in a dream, its a surreal, spontaneous beast with beauty – the beauty of unfiltered thought.

I’m thinking we are either Chairs (Receivers) : or we are the Visitors ? We get to choose if we are Receivers, with feet of wood, just taking what is given- even a solo chair, introverted;

or we can be the Visitor that visits that Chair. We can use feet, mobility, we get to walk grass, look up, get a tree, walk a path, feel pebble, sit, commune, isolate, get up or lie in that grass/ climb tree, leave,

Where is this leading? Like a random Spider it crawls past then hangs a web of more images:

Am looking at my new thought again :

I get to choose whether I’m a Receiver, or a Visitor that can process Good/Bad news..(I can visit a while and leave that chair?) ..oh sit in with others, gaze in the green, and take what I can, to where I can move on with this info..

or, allow life to nest, sit in my woodwork and roost, declare its dominance over my attitude in the coming next 24 hours. Uh, panic mode, fatalist, terrorized, taken before you’re taken…

deep sigh. Early mornings stirs my morning chikory drink. Light filters in. Praki the watchman grins. He’s used to me padding upstairs in Noe’s oversized shirt for the morning chill. I want to say something pleasant, but maybe its better to just smile.

I get in the front door, there’s a robin in our window, too quick for me to get a picture. We say hello in our different dialects: both of us – Visitors in a Time that’s changing faster than breath. Unsure how to end this Post.

Prayer for all in the Gurgaon earthquake this morning, magnitude 4.5, not serious they say, but a quake is a quake. Am praying beyond safety now, life’s short. May you and I rest in the Shelter of the Secret place of the Most High. Psalm 91. I pray nothing moves us nasty ways, but if it does, then we know where we are headed, in the Shelter of the Cross. Why the Cross? It Breathes Redemption for me. What’s that? Just ask.

^{Its why I confide in Jesu, if you must know. No one else cared that much, to die for us, humanity. Thats the Msg of the Cross in a blink. Yes its too much to take in, its bigger than all the badness snuck together.}

I’ve lived enuff life to say this is good news.

There’s a Nepali girl I know, she shrugs at any praying, but tells me that I visited her in a dream, said Yeshu told me to tell her somethings. Phew. She wanted to know what that was about.

Was startled myself, because at exactly the same day of her dream, I get a Nudge from Father above, to remember my Nepali friend, and pray vocally with her. Not easy. But when I told her, she was more curious/ keen than me.

Are you always tuned in on what to pray for someone? I know the words will arrive, not always in a gentle breeze. Sometimes its a silence but mostly securing. Leaning on Higher Power.

My main strategy for a better day, is connecting with the One who made us all. Not always in the Asking Prayer, but a Leaning one. The one that gazes in the sky, searching His face, knowing we humans are fragile, but remembering we are made of things we cannot see.

(Faith : the substance of things unseen, knowing we are made from what is not visible to the human eye..adapted, excerpts,Hebrews 11. From the Bible)

The heart fills, sifts images, emotions, then returns to lean hard, even heavy often, on the Grace of God. Do we have chairs here? Maybe just His shoulder..

Help is on the way, TobyMac