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

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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.

How are you?

If you ask me this question, most times I am totally willing to tell you, so beware of that.  If you want to be a part of my life, if I want to be a part of yours, then we have to communicate what’s going on in there (Bexy points mentally to her head).  That’s how interpersonal relationships and support structures are made, kept and developed.  Thing is, it takes more than one person to communicate effectively, it takes at least two:

  1. TalkerTalkers

 

  1. ListenerListeners

Most of all it takes both sides

to swap roles

frequently!!!

 

Heaven

There’s an old story that goes a bit like this:

A man and his dog were walking along a road.  The man was enjoying the beautiful natural scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.  He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.  He wondered where the road was leading them.  Yet after a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble, and at the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.  When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.  He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are we?’

‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.

‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.

‘Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.’  The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog ‘come in, too?’ the traveller asked.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road very thirsty, and continued the way he had been going with the dog.  After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through an old wooden gate that looked as if it had never been closed.  There was no fence and as he approached the gate, he saw a woman inside, sitting against a tree, reading a book with a cat on her lap.

The restaurant with a dog bowl‘Excuse me!’ he called to the woman. ‘Do you have any water?’

‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’

‘How about my friend here?’ the traveller gestured to the dog.

‘There should be a bowl by the pump beloveds.’ she didn’t move, but carried on reading and the cat stayed curled up on her lap.

The man and the dog went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.  The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog and when they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the woman who was sitting by the tree.

‘What do you call this place?’ the traveller asked.

‘This is Heaven,’ she answered.

‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveller said. ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’

‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.’

‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’

‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’

Note:  Good shops and cafes provide water for their customer’s dogs outside in a nice big clean bowl.  Otherwise you’re wasting all your company’s good deals, clear signs, window displays and advertising.

 

World Laughter

Look out folks, it’s official:  World Laughter Day is approaching.  Celebrated on the first Sunday of May every year.  Laughing for peace and to build up a global consciousness of brotherhood and friendship, this year it’s going down on 1st May / May Day / Beltane so:

“Woohoo!”  😀

Wise crack

Fed up with feeling of fight,

Easier to give an equal right,

Humanity together needs to grow,

Have wisdom to let in light!

 

Do the ******* maths,

Like changing tides,

It’s time to guide,

Humanity needs to grow!

 

Women ~ men, old ~ young, white ~ black,

We’re all humanity and wisdom is the knack,

May I please NOT be part of a wall that divides,

But one of many wise cracks Loveletting in some kindness light!

Wise crack