........... I observed young humans behaving::
PEACE on Earth ....... • He was drunk. He came up behind the little guy and smacked him hard, simultaneously with both palms around the ears. He then abused and threatened the other three on the dining table as they sat eating and socializing. He was bigger, alcohol influenced and with three non-aggressive young men. As drunk as he was – he chose not to project this behaviour on the other big tough guys only a few yards away. He picked on the smallest. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a……………… • The big guy shouted loud at everyone around. Helping self to three desserts seemed right to him. As his palms opened, the fingers extended like spikes. Like his tone of voice – like his loudness, he is big and strong and tall and yet his life skills have only developed along a certain behavioural line. “Joy to the World”. Doesn’t this always happen between nations, races, cultures, staff teams, and individuals in one-to-one? • As I sat on the gym machine, pausing for breath, I saw through the mirror a beautiful moment. A member with M.S., determined to exercise, slipped as she struggled out of her wheelchair onto the leg press. And tears came. She was having a bad day. Vulnerable. The Instructor helping her – came close and lifted her. More than that – his head rested against hers as he whispered unheard words of comfort. She did not mask it – he did not mask it. A ‘Kiss of Life’ within my vision. It kissed me beneath my mask. So………..we repress our feelings because ‘We feel’ ............. they are unacceptable to others and the mask comes in handy. We can pretend we have it ‘all together’ behind the mask! The mask helps to protect from the negatives in daily life. Seeing behind the behaviour, the mask ........... I see a beautiful human who Jesus was born for and…………………… (fill in this bit yourself) “ We are sick as we are secret” John Berryman. Let us join the vulnerable babe this Christmas.
Maskless vulnerability.
So love can get in.
So love can get out.
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FOG .....
.... I am back on the keys from a journey back from the North West of England - in the FOG!Yes - here in the UK there is blurred vision. London Heathrow is hit bad with many flights cancelled.Driving back through the banks of fog and cold to freezing weather took almost six hours. Part of that was dropping off Sheila, the Joy one, who had travelled from her work in Manchester to the heart of Rugby League - St Helens (which isn't a volcano!). It Was great seeing her and catching up 'post party' - even if it was on a motorway!Lots to think/click/reflect about but I am a bit dead in the head region tonight....... so no more words ....(Hope you have the sound up to hear my daily song-build-up to the Christmas week-end?)
Or is it so predictable—
so orderly,
neat,
well-arranged,
right—
that I don't have the time or space
for listening
for
the rustle of angels' wings
or running to the stable
to see a baby?
Could this be what he meant when he said
Listen, those who have ears to hear...
Look, those who have eyes to see?
Anne Weems
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I like a cigar like this one ..... I have not used this one ....... Never ......... This one ...... It was given to me by a beautiful human who you may not consider to be beautiful ...... When someone gives to me from their riches I welcome with appreciation with pleasure a gift money affirmation home recognition message value listening words clicks touch kiss ................ When someone gives me something in their poverty It touches my soul it swirls emotions up through my chest into my eyes like now and . . I have no words . . . .

“ People, look east. The time is near. Of the crowning of the year. Make your house fair as you are able, Trim the hearth and set the table. People, look East and sing today: Love the Guest is on the way.” Eleanor Farjeon