Define sublime

Glittering sparkles,

capture light’s

glorious majesty.

 

Sensuous forms,

catch the eyes

while perfection flows.

 

Beautiful gestures,

speak with grace

even when no one sees.

 

Pretty dimples,

enhance smile’s

enchanting secret life.

 

Rapturous harmonies,

open spirit’s light

to heaven’s sweetest gift.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Sharing the wealth

It is difficult , if not impossible to live wisely when we have been blessed with riches of any kind. This applies as much as to the riches of family connectedness and friendships as to things like wealth, comfort or other material things.

When we become rich, we commonly blind ourselves to our own empowerment and believe that we have received something readily available to all. We blame others who do not have, for their perceived failure in not taking hold of that which we so easily grasped.

We fail to recognize that our great wealth is itself part of their problem!!

We live in a world where things are not distributed evenly to all. What a surprise! Yet, it is so obvious in our world. Nature is framed around areas of need/scarcity and areas of superabundance.  This relates to any resource. Water – there are deserts and there are rainforests. There are areas of rich farmland and areas of barren rock. There are place of warmth and places of cold. We live in the midst of diversity.

The world of humanity is also constructed in a similar vein. We know people who are gifted in music, and those who are tone deaf! We have people who are emotionally intuitive and those who are baffled by emotions. We see people who make wealth easily and we have people who struggle to sell their produce. We are impressed by people who are great leaders and motivators and wonder about those who sit in quiet meditation contemplating mathematical secrets. All  rich in their own unique way and generally, all unable to comprehend the incapacity of others to move so easily in what is their own area of strength.

Our riches are given to each of us as a gift to be shared!

The world is created as a context for building interdependence. We learn of the beauty of our differences by contributing our giftedness, our wealth that comes so easily to ourselves, as a generous outflow to those around us. They need the very thing we take for granted in our own internal world.

Yet, our brokenness, causes us to look with suspicion on others who are different from ourselves. We live as orphans. We live as strangers within castles built on fears. We peer at each other and hoard our riches in case of some great scarcity that may arise in an emergency in the future. All the while, creating the emergency, as we starve each other of the needed interdependence that would cause all our lives to flourish.

We hide, and protect ourselves and slowly starve ourselves and our world, all the while blaming the others for not having the wonderful wealth that I have stashed so carefully in my own castle. I blame them for seeking this wealth from me, the one who hoards what came so easily in a world of want. And I silently cry at night for the desperate starving in my soul that hungers for that which dwells within another castle – separated from my heart by walls.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Beautiful culture

Anyone can detect that which is less than ideal. My eye is amazing at picking out the detail of imperfection – whether in what should be a straight line, or a “perfect” smile. Culture trains us to discern nuance. What is stylish; what is acceptable: what is beautiful; what can I do without?

The reality is that I have been sculpted to gravitate towards those who fit the mould labeled “valued”. It takes grit to turn my heart from superficial fickle appearances to the undiscovered beauty that awaits discovery behind eyes that lie empty.

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An apple seed contains the future tree in all its glorious splendour. Interestingly, it bears no resemblance to its promise. The tree’s tremendous complexity and fruitfulness is encoded within its depths. This future reality is difficult to perceive and identify. I value a seed for what it will be as much as for what it is. The two are vitally linked.

A seed planted and nurtured opens the power of a harvest that is well worth waiting for.

Beautiful culture that is rich and rewarding requires my investment in the seeds of those around me. Unless we cultivate the treasure of each other, we will consume our inheritance in the desperation of the moment. What we create is a barren desert for those who come after us. All the while I criticized the imperfection of seeds that were never given the chance to germinate!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Add a moonbeam

Walking home alone at night, makes the familiar strange. In place of colours and detail grand, there ’s awkward forms that haunt the gloom. These daytime trees loom dark against the sky, and in the shadows creep things that seem to hide.

And then above, a beam springs out. A soft white light that hid behind a storm. It’s silver light spins webs of life upon the giant forms that loomed.  A glorious stream of sparkles now appear to paint the world as if surreal. And in the glow I smile.

Then I sense the humid air and with it fragrance sweet. The blossoms have opened up their hearts to share their beauty in the dark. It always is a grand surprise to meet a symphony at my door. I look around and wonder why the night has no encore!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Simplicity – a lense

Simplicity

is a flame – a passion that delights; to find a joy that opens wide my ignition into Life.

Simplicity

is a single focus- it has no fractured lies; to balance on this razor’s edge, creating a surprise.

Simplicity

flows from being still; to pierce delusion’s mist, my inner being opens wide liberating peace.

Simplicity

grasps my everything; I know my future in my past and become the anthem sung.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Simple things

Simple things that sharpen my senses, often surprise me as they drift on by. My moments get filtered by other’s perspectives, demanding focus and breaking calm’s frame.

Yet deep within I know hunger, for those things that flow when I’m still. It is in that instant when focus is sharpest that suddenly insight dances with me.

The sunlight seems brighter, the breeze oh so edgy, as crystal sharp light  that opens my dreams. I choose to release it, to step free of shadows and simply delight in the dew and the rain.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

Thunder’s forecast

I was walking home in the rain last night -without an umbrella – and in the dark, with no flashlight. The power was off in the neighbourhood! I was able to just focus on  the beautiful gentle warm sprinkle that was kissing me.

Yet, as I walked I became surrounded by the flash of lightening; they were huge glistening bolts that shattered the sky. The thunder in warm tropical air is something to experience. It rumbles and shakes your soul and feels like the whole sky is being torn apart. The evening became filled with those searing moments, when every detail of each tiny pebble on the road ahead was laid bare – yet for just that fractional second before the thundering rumble of the drum from heaven beat down upon the earth. The storm seemed to be around me, upon me and within me! It was amazing.

And still, each step I took was within the tranquility of a gently falling rain. A drizzle – so at odds with the storm above.

Sometimes – Life seems like that!

I have to choose – what details will I attend to?

Will I panic at the sense of something scarier possibly coming –

 -and miss the moment of grace I am actually in?

The storm never did become the torrent that the thunder and lightening foretold!

Author – Bill Tidsbury