December – Innerdialects

^{Narnia Lights, at a wee holiday; who knows what we will see if we crash thru’ wardrobes of our own limitations? @PalmMeadows}

Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late.

There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace tried to take great pics and staying warm. There are rainbows and there are rainbows; this one spread over our 360° like a double Statement, a strong Arm in the sky, a mixed message: a Storm of Grace.

_{We get Comfort from our habits: then fear looking at what turns us to clay. Our spirit must continue – we choose where}

Dad once said,

“^{There will be reasons why some hate others. In this life you will never know maybe. We feel lesser than others. Some are taller, stronger, some are wise, some are clever. All these people cannot get along. You’ve got to manage hatred. With Time you will.”}

What did he know back then of what would be Now? How do we manage Hate, without letting it manage Us?

_{Let there be Light. Let. Like a Tenant. Rent the sky forever, or even whenever. Get it inside. Watch Showers}_{Fall : like meteors in the dark. Let our original essence return to us.}_{This day was made for its hours: create not curse.}

This 1st of the month am challenged to:

Be still
Shed hurt, like oldfeathers, (even the shifting shadow of a navigating bruise). Refuse to linger on cruelty; pursue kindness.
Know my own self, be true there. Find the wings in my heels, shoulder blades.
Go Roller-blade away emotions flung from a darkness with no legit name
Remember we are not warring each other: flesh and blood but rebel powers of a dimension we are too blinded by visibility to decode
Be still and know He is God. Relish the Presence of that Still voice, sans pride
Do not react in rage. Haters love rage. Respond to HIS Stimuli. Ask for the Mind of Christ. Beats me how but this is a dare

^{The Burden of Love, is Light. It pursues darkness, baring Itself, stopplessly.}

We might speak with the syllables of angels and tout our sweetness, but look in His Words and know you are loved.

I’m asking nothing in return Toja. Except your / my peace with God. Peace with God.

_{am praying the Resurrection power of Him, to detox Us from discontenttment. Peace is misunderstood. It can severe satan from my hater: just by me continuing to be me with Christ.}.

^{We were born to love, defend each other, share meals, run together, wipe each others’ tears, mend each others bones, go with hinds feet in the very mountains that now divide even the children after us .}
^{(Art Kitsy Ruth my lovely child)}

I pray dear Toja, not that you will love me back, cuz that cannot be demanded. There is a Thing greater than human bonding, crimes of de-humanization : It is Peace with God.

I wish us Peace with God.

☘️

Innerdialects

Did not have one nice thing to say on my blog and then I see this Beauty from Instagrammer Louise_ness whose lens capture of blossom in hedge and porcelain made me want to post some! She is gracious. I say Thankyou thinking of her silver birch wreath ’round papier mâché deer, and get a hearted reply,

sure there are people that are kind to strangers, but after a year of dodging viruses in waves, oh sanitising each other to insane levels, I’m blessed to look at Louise_ness’s last roses of summer,

and am suddenly startled by Grace.

*Louise_ness1’s papier mâché deer; love her little spider base of deer neck, with whom she made an agreement to let him just be*….

Her deer is made from trees (paper), the roses, foliage like frosted dew crystallising everyday colors and yes, it makes me want to cry for beauty we know we have if we will tolerate each others’ Lil spaces in our spaces, like Louise_ness’s visiting spider who she let be in the picture without destroying him. Aye, Grace.

Louise_ness
https://instagram.com/louise_ness1?igshid=1khu6ljo3w7bh

Another friend and I got chatting today. One hour down the conversation, we agree that the greatest gift humans could give each other is Mercy: another word drenched in attributes we all know we must know and give and be.

Mercy & Grace. Two words our news men maynt have thought of much as they reeled out reports of this & that, this year: two words that sit in my ears tonight, like earrings too expensive to not be heavy. Grace, Mercy. Just to think on, feels heavy. Mercy for those who need it, and need it bad, or probably do not deserve it, thats Grace.

Where’s this Post going? What is December going to be like?

Will Mona Mayi dish out Christmas catering like they always did? Will we all major on Christmas/ new year ensembles, will we host another papier star? Will Susa the Physician call in all her colleagues and street vendors to high tea in her villa with mango trees lit up like Christmas evergreens ? Will everyone have rice and gravy, blankets and candy, @Christmas party- give aways to footpath people off St.Marks’?

It hurts to ask some questions : but I’m thinking how Grace looks on any given day, or Mercy.

Another 31 days and 2021 will be here, with all her engines gunning for the next 365!

This December I’m praying we will give each other space to be accepted and loved as Christ of Christmas did. Uncle Chandu hated that word Christmas. Said it wasn’t in the Bible. No one disputed that, they just ignored his mutters and gave him a good new dhoti and colorful shirt. By Christmas eve he was a melting pot of love and the Nativity, too.

Look at Grace long enough, and there will be the scents of summer all through anything ahead. There will be acts of mercy, and they will wreath your front door with colors like stashed sunlight for cold hearts. After all is said and done, and we are bone weary for trying to make peace not war, we perhaps can rest in the fact that we are loved by the God of Grace, ay e’en be startled by the Grace of God.