Perceptions

It is haunting how perception shapes my world!

I look into your eyes and with delight and joy I see – the dazzle of a dream and creative artistry. I see the blaze of wonder, the recognition of being known; the symphony of laughter finding a home. I walk away refreshed. I’m left with hopeful pause – what will tomorrow be like as you rise – this shining star?

It is haunting how mis-perceptions shapes my ambient life!

I peek into your face and frame a shocking place. I see your threat and danger posed by difference so unknown. I recognize the signs – of brokenness and strife. I now feel justified in coldly freezing out humanity. I’ve played it safe and walk on by – not knowing – I’ve imprisoned you and I within the chains of vice!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Why?

Why in a world of so much grace -does desperation thrive?

When men can fresh design some human gene, “one small child” abounds across the globe, still caught in suffering’s bloody hate.

Billions in gold sit in bank’s deep holds, guarded darkly from any so bold to ask for food as babies cry.

Creative genius works to frame some new design to save the world, yet only those with cold hard cash are taken in within the fold.

Why in a world where many seek to protect mother earth from harm and filth, we find her children dying beneath the crush of arms bought from men whose simple vice is making gain?

Innocence is lost when a child seeks firewood outside a camp, while strong men guard with arms the post that politics says defends the weak.

Children sweat and chemicals burn while things extracted grant others multiplayer reality to fight boredom’s sorrow.

Mothers cry and fathers rage as one small child burns with heat, still waiting for the tender grace of one small dose of medicine – out of reach of poverty’s cage.

Why in a world where freedom lives and movement is guaranteed amongst a people strong and brave, do millions tread wrapped up in chains bound into servitude and violence’s pain?

A child dreams of living well, within a home with roof and chair, a bed with one simplistic cover – safety and peace that lasts all night!

A young girl dreams of a doctor’s voice guiding her as she learns to give the gift of life to others dear who wait for hope and healing hands.

A young teen dreams of discovery’s awe, as hope is opened for this earth’s redemption, while all around the tentacles of vice removes the dream and injects a shame.

Why, when so many can see the pain, do systems grind fine the ones who resist the lies?

Students stir awake and cry injustice, yet quickly lose their voice as promotion woos them sweetly.

Idealists convene to plan and scheme and then they silently diffuse their cries as we rationalize that people trapped in prisons hate, have only themselves to blame.

Living calls for action until I’m swamped by distraction’s fragrance that sings a dream that never grants discomfort.

Why?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Season’s change

Heat, it hits you like a wave, and so I seek the shadows. I feel the easing of the sun, as from day to night I seem to run. Yet, shadows cling to trees and shrubs, and soon I must embrace the oven’s dare as cities seem to shatter trees and barren black top breeds.

Cold, it wraps me in its hands that burn. I shield myself in wool and fleece, as I step within its white embrace. It brings the shivers out to play and scares my toes as frosty needles pierce! I plough through crystals glowing bright, and see the fire in the sky yet sadly heat has taken flight!

Seasons flow and then recede. This flux excites creation’s candour. Transitions bring encounters fresh, where once again I shift and rest. Then, bright green growth stirs up my heart. I soar alive in passion’s heat, then slowly watch it freeze in winters sleep.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Integrating experience

Miracles have happened before my eyes!

I have felt body parts shift beneath my hand. When the unusual happens, our minds can’t comprehend. Yet there is that sense of wonder that answers a deep longing buried deep within. Our western mind is trained to query that which hasn’t been seen before. This western mindset denies that anything spiritual even exists!

Yet I have seen!

Others hear my stories and listen with quiet eyes. There is polite acknowledgement and yet uncertainty makes questions die. Why does curiosity die when something strange occurs?

We would rather live without wonder than challenge core assumptions!

So many lives are trapped with pain and questions chew within. Answers aren’t found in textbooks, when a spirit aches within. Hope is real and is found in a dimension close at hand.  To reach out and wonder is the first step in a journey of delight.

Yes, I have known!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Something bigger

Am I confident? Do I know how all fits in my  scheme sublime? Do I order this life and control all my days?

  • To organize and structure things unexpected and new. So I arrange unpredictable and frame times so small.
  • To make lists and shift things so life moves in step.  So I  rest confident knowing I won’t drop the ball.
  • To be practical and focused with clear goals I achieve. My enemies are buried I can stand atop my wall.

Why don’t I feel? Why can’t I see?

As I’m troubled by mysteries that cry faintly in dreams.

 

Am I curious? Does wonder intrigue me? Do questions open vistas to crazy things unknown?

-To ponder regarding the colour of blue, that shines in the sky and fills me with light.

-To sense a small child all twinkly and bright, inquisitive with wonder, chuckling with delight.

-To float in the ocean, and sway in the surge, of forces unseen and vastness of might.

Where is my place? Who am I ?

As i sense something bigger that baffles my soul.

 

Am I here in this realm? Am I there so surreal? Does my mind capture essence when spirit lives aware?

  • To perceive with senses that thrum and seem jolted, that shift vision to places where only angels dare.
  • To be drawn in, to be loosened while frames disappear, so that words become formless and brightness is so much more than glare.
  • To be known and knowing within intimacy’s embrace and feel love’s explosion taken past time and this “where?”.

Why am safe? Why am I laughing?

As I live in awe loving eternity’s surprise!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A sense of flow

The sense of flow in the Spirit of God is something quite extraordinary!

We sometimes have hopes that something will occur and we wait with delight to see if it does. However, when I am in the middle of what the Spirit of God is doing, things shift. There is a certainty of what will happen! There is a shaping of words and actions that were not in my mind moments before. I move, yet the dance is with someone who is magnificent and who leads with purposeful love. I know with bated breath that something will happen – something miraculous! Not at my behest, but out of the heart of a Daddy God who delights to bring fresh surprises as a taste of His amazing commitment to each one of us.

So the joy of the dance in the Spirit is full of surprises! It isn’t about me. It is about shifting circumstances in people’s hearts and bodies. It is all about a magnificent  being who expresses a deep desire for relationship with gentle demonstrations of His capacity to support and call out dreams and hopes. He heals brokenness in hearts, he sets people free of old bitterness and trauma in a moment of encounter. All impossible but oh so amazing to see and experience! Welcome to living as a son or daughter in a realm of Love! It is just a fun way to live!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strange new space

Mountain sunset leaps on the scene as the light plays through the gaps in far hills. Colours, gradually fade as the day draws into the dusky promise of rain. With a sigh the darkening sky warmly accepts days end.

Sitting alone in mountainous Boaco, Nicaragua, I’m enveloped by the onset of rain. Rain that drums and lashes its way across the roofs below me. The fine mist blowing off the roofs, fills the air, while lightening crashes silhouettes the hills that surround this beautiful town.

I sit alone, yet not in silence. The valley echoes and resounds to the marimba lilt from the bar  many streets below. I ‘m enjoying the sound until I realize the incessant beat – dum dum dee, dum dum, dee –  can only be appreciated in small quantities as it overpowers all other aspects of the night!

The air is fresh – unexpected in the tropics! Refreshing after various days with sweaty arms and the humidity that makes you sticky! Strangeness infiltrates the atmosphere as I ponder on the realities of being once again in this place of the unknown. Adventures form in the presence of strange new space!

Author – Bill Tidsbury