December 31, 2015

My usual daily walk, this morning, was usual in every sense; except that it was not usual.   On this particular walk, every time, I passed a walker or a dog-walker,  I was made aware that TODAY is the LAST DAY of the year 2015.  And, this fact made today’s walk an un-usual one.  “Happy new year,” “Happy 2016,” “Have a great new year,” “All the best in 2016.”  These were wishes wished to me by the people I passed.

I started to get into the spirit of this day.  With my pace trying to catch up with Thomas, my beagle; I felt my thoughts trying to catch up with this passing day.  All the wishes started to swirl inside my head – no homelessness, no poverty, no killings, no hunger, no rapes, no child abuse, no child trafficking, no abuse, no animal abuse, no misuse of power and money…OH! MY THOUGHTS BECAME UNSTOPPABLE!  My pace and blood flow followed!  I realized that I ultimately wanted only ONE thing for our world, our earth, our planet, for 2016 and years beyond 2016:

Please, there be peace in this world. 

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Companionable to Honorific

“I’m so happy you are here,” I say to my Dad, gently kissing him on his cheek.  “I am too.  I am, too,” he replies reaching for his grand-kids.  My daughter hugs him tightly. She is 2 1/2-years-old; and my son, 9-months-old.  This is a penultimate to ‎ Honorific article which I wrote in July 2014.  He made many trips to see us, but this was a trip my dad made 16 years ago.  My kids are now, teenagers.

My daughter is standing up on an adjacent chair where my dad is sitting; her tiny body resting on my dad’s right shoulder. My dad is eating his breakfast.  She’s watching him intently; now poking his cheeks, touching his head; then pulling his scarce hair; and finally, wanting to play with his food.  She is trying to take his toast out of his hands.  He let’s her take it. She dunks it in his tea!  I react,  “No, No, No!”  My dad quickly comes to her defense, “Let her.”  I step aside.  I help my son eat his breakfast.

In focus, is my peripheral vision: The toast, all of it now, is drowned in his tea-cup.  She is attempting to scoop it out with a spoon, only to splatter the content all over the table.  I remain quiet.  She puts the spoon down, but does not give up!  She puts her fingers in the cup, and takes a bit of soggy toast out in her pincer grasp.  A success!  She feeds that to my dad.  YUCK!  He, lovingly, eats it.  Patience and love, that was my dad.  Once she was done, my dad gladly cleaned the mess.

Another beautiful sunny, warm, and breezy day.  I look out the dining room window into our backyard and see my dad watching my daughter play in her sand pit.  I’m so happy he is here!  I notice him adjusting his thick eye-glasses, a few times.  The breeze must be bothering his eyes.

It’s already evening, I’m making my way to the kitchen to fix dinner.  I see my dad standing still in the hallway.  I ask, “Is everything okay, dad?”  He calmly says, “my vision seems blurry.”  I’m nervous now; he then says his vision is good.  I go on to make dinner.  During dinner, we talk about the house-painters, who were coming to paint our house.

The house gets painted in two days.  My dad seems happy with the paint job, “looks bright and beautiful,” he says.  It’s also time for my dad to return home, in upstate NY.  I live in the south.  “Get your eyes checked, ASAP,” I remind him as we drive to the airport.  He leaves.  Tears roll down my eyes.

Life, after his visit, went on as usual for a few months.  My dad’s eye-check-up went well.  However, at his next eye-check-up, six months later, the doctor said he had to have an eye surgery.  The ophthalmologist operated on both his eyes to save his vision.  But, his vision did not return.

Life, for him, was in a dark place.  He managed traveling with help, and came to “see” his grand kids.  He kept his spirits up.  He laughed and told us jokes while we sat together at the dinner table.  I would let him know placement of food on his dinner plate – 12 o’clock was broccoli, 3 o’clock was bread, 6 o’clock chicken, and 9 o’clock potatoes, and so on.

Nine years had passed…  “I’m a busy man, you know.  My time flies, too.  I THINK – all day long!” My dad would say to us, smiling, when he felt that we were feeling bad for him.  My kids had grown older and taller;  my dad, older and weaker.  He continued living his life in peace, grace, and gratitude; and in deep darkness.  A positive man in his core; my dad lived with great strength. 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Companionable.”

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Connected: Weekly Photo Challenge

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People taking comfort in their connections!

Life is short and we must talk;

Don’t keep your emotions in a lock.

Love for each other is like a peaceful soothing song;

don’t wait for it to come because you’ll be waiting long.

Persons, animals and objects are all connected in the core, for sure;

explore these connections, it’s a source of happiness and cure;

Cure for hate, cure for unrest, cure for tears.

Our connections and our acceptance will give way to love;

Peace will prevail,

and away will fear sail.

 

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connected.”

Creepy: Weekly Photo Challenge

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What could be creepy?  Gosh, many things –  Anything that crawls, anything that’s slimy, anything that can eat me up, and anything that can stomp me. 🙂  But hair!  Well, this hair, in this photo, looks creepy to me.  It’s like it’s growing tentacles to grab that poor colorful dragonfly and those pretty butterflies.  Fly away sweet things before you are entangled and your wings are broken.  Fly away fast.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Creepy.”

One Earth, One Us … A simple thought.

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One you, one me, one us on this one Earth!

The Creator crafted you and me with only surface deep differences.  Totally intentional and not a mistake.   That’s what I believe.

Religion, origin, nationality, culture, clothing, language, food.  Tall, short, thin, fat, skin color, facial features, ways of walking, talking, laughing and crying.  In those I differ from you.  I surely walk on my own life path, but not without crossing yours.  That’s how we meet.  You are different from me, but I notice that we are also the same.

I peek inside you, and me, and find oneness.  Warm blood that flows inside of me is the same blood that rushes inside of you.  It’s crystal clear to me that one we are!  All emotions I feel, you feel them too – Pain I bear, love I share.  Let’s respect and let’s care.  

Our differences teach me tolerance, patience, and kindness toward you, and toward me.  Our differences teach me to learn about you, and to learn about me.  Our differences guide me to listen better, help better, and accept better.  Our differences nudge me to explore ways to show you my love.  Our differences help me to love me.  It is in this state of teaching, learning, exploring, and loving that I feel the oneness between us and appreciate our differences.  

One you!  One me!  But one us. Feeling the same emotions! Flowing of the same blood! Breathing the same air!  Looking at the same sky! Sharing the same Earth!  One you, one me,  ONE US!  I insist!

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