Tag: rainbow

December Dare!

^{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

What d’you say @the first rainbow?

Opinion: tag

The child had no clue how to respond to information being given her: whats – ‘they, she, he’? – why is the rainbow now six colors ? ‘

Via Zoom, I’m asked suitable reply to this kid; who’s kindergarten friend solemnly announces that a boy can now marry a boy.

I made this vid., …ues theres new words from gender fluid and ‘cat identitities‘, with baby wardrobes following suit; things I say might make an ass of me, so in case we forgot, here goes: the Story of the first rainbow:

FMF Writing Prompt Link-up :: Opinion

Order in chaos

After the rains it was there. Some call it Peace. There were frogs and crickets downstairs and the distant siren of an ambulance:

Around 5 pm one of us saw it and we yelled upstairs in our pajamas like we’d never seen these things! Ah but double rainbows and this pic isn’t capturing one tenth of it, reflected in puddles in our terrace among a rusted water pipe, rain water in bits of gaudy green moss, and the rainbow reflection falling on it all. I’m staring at a Universe filled with unspeakable dimensions we merely guess at.

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…oh drippy leaves, rain drops among raggedy city silhouettes; an earth washed, rinsed. Today am still inhaling that Quiet in gulps. It has been a while since Nature hit me this way.

We are ragged with Change and human conclusions. Yet thru the madness, if you and I would pause, our inner eyes could still find Beauty gazing back at us! Thank You Father God for Your impossible perfection; and for reminders of Your changeless Love arriving every dawn and dusk with determined Grace.

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Order.

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