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Threats perceived

Perceived threat mildWe’re all going to react to threats in different ways.

How we react will be an indication of where we are in relation to the threat,

who we are at the time and how we perceive everything.

Perceived threat massive

The threat suddenly appears or creeps up to us and we will react.

There is then a great need to perceive things as compassionately as possible

and not to waste any time we have, living in fear or being cruel.  World earth

Two words with their differences and yet the same:  World / Earth.   Two words with their differences and yet the same:  Me / You.

I feel that anyone who knows how to keep the sanctity of peace around them, please step up your game.

Peace of Space

SkyTo crave a “peace” of space to call their own as others sit alone who have got just that.

As many have sang:

From a distance we all have enough
And no one is in need
And there are no guns, no bombs and no disease
No hungry mouths to feed

From a distance you look like my friend
Even though we are at war
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
What all this fighting is for

Here it is in full From a distance sung by Bette Midler

Gypsy folk

choiceMy life has and is blessed by knowing folks from the gypsy and traveller community, just as it has been blessed by those associated with other communities.

We are not separate from each other due to labels given us or ones we give ourselves.  We are parts of the same.

The possibility to do good and other possibilities are in us all.  It is a beautiful and sometimes courageous thing to build on the good under fire and encourage others in the direction of peace.

My mind can hear that loud cry  “Any i’er, any i’er, any rag bone?” “Any i’er, any i’er, any rag bone?” from one of the kindest, most thoughtful person who helped me out during a very difficult time.  I also recall many other gypsy folks with things to help in their bags, things to bless in their pockets and the fella that sharpened mothers scissors, the knife grinder.  I feel we have to keep the choices open, safe and help each other to be ourselves.

Other’s life as precious as yourn or mine.

20 years

Maybe this is the last post about our beloved, maybe?  We met nose to nose in a mart.  Him straight off the mountain, pulled away from his mother and given up.  He stood there and when he went into the ring I bid and we won, the both of us.  He came home and we nursed the parasites out of him, the fears went with them and we thrived.  We had some times.  Nothing really scared him, but he could be wary of flip flops for some reason.  As for the teenagers that are now adults, the ones who called him over to stub their fags out on him, the ones he forgave and returned to, well I’m still working on forgiving you, who ever you are.  He even went on “You’ve been framed” by pulling the hat off a neighbour’s head when he was filming his grandchildren offering him a carrot.  He played ball, but ended up many times biting into it and shaking it like a puppy dog.

West Wales

His world of West Wales

He lived here, he really did and did it well for twenty years without being angry and hateful.  Bless ‘im.

 

Haiku Poem:

20 years

Bowed his head real low,

Twenty years that’s how we met,

How he let us go.

 

 

Adaptability, a must have skill!

I always use adaptability in all that I do, as adaptability is the one thing that keeps me from going completely insane and taking everyone around with me!  It’s one of my core skills.  You see I find my life (maybe yours is the same too) is dotted with batches of unpredictable events.  Some hilarious, some very sad, some remarkably joyful and others I just use the letters WTF!  More often than not I can seem very puzzling to the onlooker, especially when events go from one extreme to the other in a very short time and I cope by assuming a stoic look. 

Take for instance just a few (not all) of the things that has happened this week:

Injera imageA few days back, I did a Skill Share presenting ancient grains, seeds and some premade batter for injera (it takes 3 days to ferment).  I did make a few plans to help others make sweet potato roti  (I always call doti) breads and lahoh, from scratch.  However, on arrival to the kitchens, I found there were no frying pans!  I had mentioned adaptability earlier about the flour choice, so it also came into play for the utensils.  I’d brought oil with me, so we used the heavy duty roasting pans (which took an age to wash up after).  So there was no panic see,  and it ended up being an enjoyable evening making things to have a taste of, with some happily taking some mishmash roti breads and some lahoh dough to try cooking when they got home.

Adaptability from planned to modify

CasperWarning:  This part goes a different way!  With no prep the next day, myself and my lovely daughter had to adapt to the horrors and the honour to be with our beloved old pony whispering to him as a kind professional young vet came and compassionately put him under anaesthetic and then when he was under, an overdose to put him down.  Our beloved was unpredictably suffering and now thankfully he can never suffer ever again.

Then of course the next day after that comes.  Our beloved’s beautiful body has to be discarded and I was told by my vet that I wouldn’t have to stay.  Yet when the “One who has lost some connections with sentient beings” (probably due to his bloody shitty job) came, he made it out that it wasn’t the case.  I had to adapt to get the job done and offer to help pull our beloved’s body out of the stable myself with my son.  The man flipped the body over like it was nothing and like it was what he does all the time, got the body out of the stable within seconds on his own.  Therefore I started to assume things and decided NOT to pursue this line of thought, but I’m still working on that! Then of course, as I drove home the car suddenly sounded like a tractor/motorbike and the exhaust had detached itself from the manifold.  So I parked up, got a lift home and on the way popped in a pub I don’t normally frequent and had a one song, dance off with some sweet person who likes Steps (yes I was completely sober and yes I will dance at the drop of a hat to most things).  One extreme to t’other!

The weekend came and went.  I drove the car to the mechanic sounding like a tractor/motorbike; someone came and dug up a 6foot tree they wanted, but this time I didn’t offer to help; I ate a lovely vegan roast… 

It’s Monday and apart from my pushbike, I’ve now to work out transport to get to my car, where I placed her in the hands of a friend who is a mechanic.  I will adapt.

Adaptability

This is NOT an exclusive list of shit things happened /happening, but because somethings are NOT truly my business, I obviously won’t share them. 

Social media

Just a very few words:  Give up social media if you know what’s good for you, for others and for the planet.  How about a few little hashtags too:

farceblock

You know it makes sense not to be on that all day.

Not religious me

ReligionOther peoples religious thoughts are nothing new, they all come and go, stop then flow…

They might carry on, I might carry on or not, who knows?  The way we use and abuse the planet and all who sail on her, maybe none of us will carry on into the future…

I’ve said it before though and I swear by it:    How it’s so much easier to be tolerant of religious people, if they are kind to other sentient beings.

Genesis 1.29

Personally I am not religious, apart from my intention to religiously brush my teeth more than once a day.