TC4 Shoot Across The Sky

Well the Earth is going to have another asteroid whizzzz pass and this one is named TC4.  Some will talk about how we could prepare {{{BIG MENTAL LAUGH}}} and all I can think of is how it is none of my business when the universe reshuffles my shape and of course I got the need to blog a Japanese Haiku Poem in its honour:

TC4

We’d need more than a hard hat

“FORE!” TC tom cat

Pass peaceful pretty dingbat

TC4

Coldplay – Hymn For The Weekend

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Unknown

Until this afternoon I will not know what type of waste wooden off cuts are being delivered.  Will they be pieces I can upcycle and make things with or to burn and keep me warm during the winter?  I’m happy with the unknown.

The unknown becomes clear in it’s own time. 

I am the same with other things to do with the future, the future of me, the future of my family and friends and also with the universe.  I will be or not be and I don’t feel the need to Shakespeare an impertinent question at the unknown.

Against the tide

loveGiggling is an act of love for one’s self, that also in the right place, at the right time can be an act of love for others.  Dance also can have the knock on effect for others that have eyes to see how dance joys the soul.

Yet to stand out against the tide of unkind and the cruel is such an act of love for others, but it most definitely has the knock on effect of pouring love back.

The when, the where…  it’s sometimes set, it’s sometimes spontaneous…  but it is best practised on a regular basis.  For to change this world of humans from the route they are taking, takes more than just one act, it takes a series of acts within a lifetime:

  1. Peaceful kind thoughts
  2. Kind actions to one’s self and others e.g. not consuming other sentient beings
  3. Standing up against the tide of unpeacefulness and cruelty in a peaceful way
  4. Repeat from 1.

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Divining

The gift of peace in each moment, I can glean it from here and from there,
But if I take it by anger from others, I’ll not [Keep it safe], so beware!

I’ve looked down the back of the settee, I’ve looked in that draw full of crap,
When I find that peace is missing, I just might be needing a nap?

The breath of peace is a gift, I claim it as naturally mine,
When I’ve lost it, be kind, Hit me not with a stick, but treat it as a divine.

Sentient religiously

Being kind includes the option to [Trash] comments and [Reblog] posts and today this appeals to me.

p.s.  Unless your WordPress.com site is set to [Private anyone in or outside of the WordPress.com community can follow your blog.  However, I also just found out today (Sunday), that if a person is commenting on your site and you wish it to end, you have the option to add them to your [Comments Blacklist].

Bexy

ReligionIt is so much more easy to be tolerant of religious people, if they are kind to other sentient beings.

‘The simplest acts of kindness are by far more powerful then a thousand heads bowing in prayer.’ ― Mahatma Gandhi

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BUY INTO

Say my world is a bubble “My world is a bubble”.
Well within my bubble I can dictate what I perceive and how I wish to react. So if I perceive a world of peace, I can make it so, but if I perceive a leader outside my bubble is able to destroy my peace, that shit happens!
To perceive I’ve NO power is a self destructive force.
Well we all have power over what we BUY INTO e.g.
  • Tradition = blind faith leading to stupid shit
  • Insecticides = bees are insects and die
  • Coffee in a capitalist coffee shop = increase in mediocrity
  • Kindness = peace
Use your power wisely to be kind as often as you can and be careful what you BUY INTO.

6th January 2017

I wrote about the precious 6th January 2017 and making it a kind day to remember.  Well, this is just a small part of what I made of it or what it made with me:

I drove myself and hubby not knowing at first where we were going, but ended up at Carew.  In the pouring down rain we walked the circle walk, past the castle and the tidal mill and up over the road bridge.  I kept wrapped up and warm, but my outer clothes got soaked and I care little about that, because if rain stopped me doing things, then living in Wales would be a total suck.  As we had this healthy walk, we stopped to look around and take in the views.  We stared at the heron that stared at us, peacefully gazed at a cormorant landing and smiled watching the ducks doing the arse in the air rummage.  At one point I stopped and stood to fully take in the huge drops of rain water falling from a large leaved tree into a puddle.  Then as we crossed the bridge and before getting back to the car, we popped into the pub there to have a drink.  Warming ourselves by the open fire, drying the outer clothes, how lovely to chat about making soup in various ways with various contraptions to another that had also came in from the cold.  cI do believe the kindness of yesterday was mostly to myself, as I found most of it all very peaceful.