20.11.15
I have had better years, it has to be said. But perhaps that is as well. It is when one least expects it that one is visited by a surprise that quite literally takes one’s breath away. And that is the measure of life. Not the time wasted not living it to its full potential. Finding one’s full potential involves an extortionate amount of dedication and care to the salvation of self and preservation of sense of self. That in itself, is no easy task – it is what of you is most valuable. It is as well in those situations – on those occasions – that you have a hard task master. A hand to hold. And someone that has your very best interests at heart. Usually, it takes some time to find all three of those vital components and get them to combine at the right time. Incidentally, none of us is our best at birth. That would make life entirely pointless. Life is a learning experience. Not a picnic.
I have had occasion to think myriad things. To dream countless dreams. To find true love and study it. In searching and salvaging I tend to get more pleasure than I do in destroying and discarding. Call me a hoarder of wonders. :). Since the time I had my eyes opened by kindness I have had occasion to watch Love – in all its facets and manifestations thus far along its perilous journey. That has been a gift. A test of integrity. The work is at times more challenging than my capacity, but it is a labour, if you like, of Love itself. In that – there is a balance. Managing the balance can be tricky.
I am not surprised. I am shocked. That is all. The proof is in the pudding. You will have to eat it. I prefer starters.
The winds of change are blowing. They carry good news. That is what I was hoping. For good news. The reason being, I tend always to hear our bad news first. Like I learned to save the best for last. I chose to believe that our bad news had a sell-by date. It did. I choose to believe that our futures will be better than our present tense is. That is what I focus on. It is like passing backwards from the eye of a storm right through the tail of it. Like being ripped through a barbed-wire fence face-first. If you are Janus-faced you are in an unprecedented position. If you are a cat you can jump the fence. If you are on the fence you are sitting in shit – and without temperance you are up shit-creek without a paddle.
I do not believe that the children who are due to inherit this earth wish to take ownership of a dream, destroyed. So I dreamt them a new one. :).
C.J. Birch 