Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Walking Wounded

I'd like to talk about being a wounded soul. Some of us have been so hurt and traumatized due to many reasons in life and it really is senseless. However not all wounds heal or heal quickly. If you have ever known bitter wounds you may understand. Not everyone does though so I shall try and explain.

When minds, bodies, and our very spirit have endured to much many things can happen. At the very least we will become walking wounded. At worst we will collapse in upon ourselves. Ideally no one should have to get to these points but we are not in a perfect world.

Being a walking wounded person means a lot of things really but in short your resistance is very thin. Some may lash out freely and bitterly to prevent any further harm. Others may just shut down and simply exist rather than live. Still others may completely lose themselves to a madness.

I could list so many things of what can occur but they all depend on what has wounded us and how long we have endured. Having been a walking wounded and in some cases still one I can tell you the best cure is peace, love, and most certainly trust.

If people can not live in safety and security then there is no chance for recovery. That is the burden of society. We all must take part in the recovery of someone who is walking wounded. It is quite simply Human dignity.

Sadly to many ignore their role in taking care of those who have been hurt. I've heard some say I didn't hurt them. Why should I help. My reply is simple. You help because if you do not then you are hurting someone by allowing them to suffer. No one deserves to suffer.

There are many ways to help. Fight for tougher laws to prevent horrific crime and atrocities. Fight for people to get medical treatment. Help people get counseling. Probably most important ensure these people can live safely and peacefully.

We as a civilization are as strong as our weakest members. If we ignore them then we lay the foundations for a bitter future. People can and will crash and burn, sometimes in dramatic spectacles that not only hurt others but create new walking wounded.

If you know someone who has been through such savagery then listen to them. Listen very carefully. They will usually tell you what they need to heal. It may seem scattered but it will be there. Usually it means we need to protect them. Honestly I can think of no more noble job as to look out for someone so hurt.

We are each others guardians in life. It may be difficult and thankless at times but saving a life is a peace all it's own. It is also a task that may take a very very long time. If this job comes unto you remember in all things love. Because if you do it for love it is pure and can not hurt. If you do it for any other reason then you may continue the hurt and make things worse.

We have a lot of problems in society and a lot of people who are out of control and ignoring anyone but themselves. The seeds of those actions are harvested in the wounded. But the hope is with the blessings of the warm sun, gentle rains, and tender care of a gardener even weeds can become beautiful.

I know all to well how hard it is to forget and let go of some things. But the truth is we must remember them in order to deal with them. We must have help. We must have peace and we must have love.

If you encounter a walking wounded then please be a gentle gardener and help them find the sun and show them how to let the rains wash away the pain.  It's the best we can do. It takes so much good to counter every bad thing.

In the scope of time all of us who walk wounded may need millenia if we began working on us all right now. But the good thing is every step helps. Every action matters and every love lifts. I can't tell you to do the right thing you have to make that choice yourselves. You have to decide when do we stop adding to the problems of peoples lives or ignoring them.

For me I have my own simple wish. I wish for peace, love, and good people around me. Fame, fortune, power are all illusions of our ego. I'm tired of ego. It is time for this soul to bask in the blessings this world has to offer.

Come walk with me or another who has been hurt so badly and help us bask in the beautiful light. Live, Love, Forgive!

Love is Never Wrong!

Monday, June 13, 2016

The Value of Life

It is sad when we must be shown reminders of life's value. The tragic event in Orlando has left 50 dead and 53 wounded. Hate, selfishness, and greed have once again left their calling card on the lives of people not just in Orlando but the world.

Some of us don't realize yet just how costly such things are. They don't understand just how wrong they are. So I shall try to relay the importance.

Like Orlando I was shaken when a dear friend recently. In the midst of discussion he told me he did not think all people mattered. He had resigned himself to believe only some were capable of being saved and mattered in the long run.

So where to begin? Life, matters. All life matters. We are quite simply a part of a whole so grand our minds could explore indefintely and never reach an end. Life is the fabric of reality. It shapes every bolt, colors every skein, and weaves its self into brilliant creations nothing else can.

Take one of the primitive and isolated tribes still here on the Earth. They are much the same as they always have been. They choose to live in peace and reject what is not theirs. They choose to remain pure.

Pure....what a word. We have only to look at other primitive societies to see what happens when they finally succumb to people more advanced than them. They lose their way, they are exploited, and they are hurt. There is nothing pure about that.

Now some would argue they choose to make contact, interact, and to interfere stopping  it in its self exposes them to harm. And on each of those counts they would be wrong.  People, life, deserves a chance to be free, they deserve to be left alone, and their life is most certainly their own.

You see in the rush to achieve whatever goal you have, lofty or hideous, we have forgotten it's not your choice it is each and every one of ours. Just as the many can not dictate to the few, the few can not dictate to the whole. 

So what am I trying to say? The value of life is measured in every thread of that grand fabric. As I have mentioned before removing any piece, against it's will, will undo it all. And if you have ever tried to use a blanket full of holes in winter you quickly learn the value of those threads you pulled out.

You may not like a color, a texture, or even a pattern but you must realize you only have rights to your own thread. One thread can not dictate to an another how to be and one pattern can not remove another simply because it interferes in its grand design.

Like the primitive peoples we are all seeking to be pure. Pure in that which is us. No one has the right to take that from another. Exploitation, coercion, and harm are no ones right. And if you stand idlly by allowing it to occur, knowing full well the thread or threads have no clue what is about to rip them asunder then you are just as guilty and the ones who do.

Why do I say this? The blessings of life are fostered by us all. If we can not stand up to those who would cut a bolt into pieces for selfish needs then you by default have forfeit your own thread. If you can not stand with another thread how can you argue for the sanctity of your own?

Like in Orlando someone just cut a large swath from the fabric of Humanity. They did so selfishly and greedily. The reason does not matter as much as the act. We each have our lives, our choices, and our free will. Like it or not many threads were just forcibly removed from the fabric of life.

Do you leave the holes till winter or do you stand and let the cutter and all like him know in one voice you have no right. You have no right to take what is mine. You have no right to undo what we have created. You have no right to harm.

Some would say how do we achieve justice for such an act. You achieve justice by being vigilant. Stop those you know mean harm. I don't call for violence. That is how we got here. When threads have issues be it their own or those pressed upon them the answer is what those primitive peoples seek, purety.

If any thread of Humanity can not function in the fabric of others maybe they need to be separated so they can weave their own cloth for a while. They will quickly find although it is pleasing to be so free in design that they are only one thread, one texture, one color. When that variety is gone their world gets substantially smaller and dimmer.

I've had my own thread hacked, cut, stained, and harmed in so many ways. But in this I say in all clarity it is mine and mine alone. No one else can barter me or decide for me. And as much as the fabric has hurt me I am a part of it.

Mend the holes we know bear and stop any future ones for no one has the right to rip asunder a bolt without full, knowing, and unclouded consent of each and every thread in its design. Let your rainbow fly for every thread of it is us.

Love is Never Wrong!

Sunday, June 5, 2016


Today I want to talk about a very serious topic. Many of us in life are survivors. Some of us however have harder stories than others. Regardless we each have our pains. Each and everyone of us feel it differently or has maybe had to much for one soul to bear.

I can't tell you such pains, indignity, or horrors will leave your mind. Sometimes you just can't forget things. Sometimes to do so might do more harm than if they remained. I can tell you however life is one day at a time. I can tell you there are good people out there somewhere. I can tell you there may very well be good times to come.

Life is not always easy. Sometimes it's a nightmare. Sometime we are left so shaken we have nothing left to rebuild with. These are the times when I tell you to cling to the light and the good people. Sometimes you have to borrow strength, will, and hope from others because yours is shattered laying strewn and broken across the ground.

The hardest thing I can tell you is when you have reached those points. Maybe it has been to horrific or you have endured to much for to long. We as a people have a responsibility to help those try and rebuild. We may not succeed and we may not know how but we must try.

I've shared with you all some of the things I have been through. There have been many more. I've walked in Hell. Some owe me debts they can never repay. Some would laugh in my face at the thought they owed me a thing. In all honesty I have my days where I wonder if I can hold these pains and tears.

Being a survivor is not easy. There is one thing I can tell you all with certainty however. Your still here. That my dear friends gives you a chance and hope. I know that feeling of being so broken you have nothing left and wobble like a house of cards shaking in the wind. I know the shame and pain. I know the indignity of people who commit such atrocities walking free and unpunished. I know the hurt of running into them and all that rises back up.

Cling to the light. Whether it be faith, a friend, family, or whatever lends you enough power for one more day. Why some of you may ask? Well, my answer is quite simple. With enough days you may begin to rebuild some of those shattered pieces even if ever so slowly.

I can only tell you all to try. Take that unsteady step forward. It is fine to to shuffle your feet and inch forward every so cautiously. It is ok to have doubts. It is ok to cry. It is ok to ache. Be you however you can. Life is about living.

We can't control the actions of others but we can live. Maybe we have to move or relearn how but we have to live. Now I won't pretend that are not things so vile or you have gone through to much and you cant make it. However you must try.

In my own life there are things that have gone on so long, things so painful,  and event so horrific I don't have a clue how to fix them all. I'm not even sure they can ever be completely fixed. Still I try. I hope, I pray, and I take those uneasy steps that one day I may find peace, love, and joy of once again being just me.

Being a survivor I can tell you is probably the hardest, most painful, and emotionally tiring thing I can imagine. I can also tell you it is the most vital thing we can do. Our words, our stories, and our lives can share and pass on these things to others. We can make them aware. We one by one can make a difference in the lives of others who have endured. We can warn and protect others from enduring.

Survival is about life. It is about our own and all those around us. We are the light offering shelter to others lost in darkness. And we we are warnings to stay out of it. If nothing else we love. I know that one can be oh so hard but trust me true love doesn't hurt.

Love others, love life and love you. That journey through the night will bring you unto morning. Rest safely then and know another day has past. A new piece of you has been built. Who knows with enough days you will learn even at night we can turn on the lights.

Survival is about love. It's about loving you. Even if we must borrow the love of others to begin doing that.

Love is Never Wrong!

Friday, June 3, 2016

Just Pee

I had a lovely smile today when I found this on the Joe My God news blog.  Leave it to Broadway to say it so well and with such humor. I hope you all enjoy it.

Love is never Wrong!