When I am seen

When I am seen as the one who is “different”,

I am called to shine –

the light of perspective that sees what others can’t; the hope that all can be unique!

When I am envied as the one who is “beautiful”,

I am called to weep –

For the one who has never been affirmed; who has never been sought after.

When I am fawned over as the one who is “richer”

I am called to love –

the one who is orphaned; the one who feels robbed of life’s opportunity.

When I am pushed aside as the one who is “poorer” –

I am called to give –

to the one who has lost their heart; to the powerful – who still longs for intimacy.

When I am mocked as the one who is “naive”,

I am called to laugh-

in the joy of innocence; in the wonder of freshness; in the blessing of hope!

When I am minimized as the one who is “broken”,

I am called to courage –

in the surety of process; in the freedom of healing; in the hope of grace.

When I am vibrant in the reality of who I am in the moment,

I am called to “be” –

with the one who is richer or poorer, different or beautiful, naive or “broken”,

 

and as “us” -celebrate the gift of Life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Spirit dances slow

Choices within the spirit realm can be a little scary.

I thought I knew my self!

My world runs on routine! But when a sudden twist appeared then suddenly,  I leapt off of the tracks. I found I seemed to now run blind, even when the my world was bright with light!

The shift of balance passing through the veil, is often rather quick. I sense a bit of shock and fear in finding fountains sparkling deep within!

The strong protecting walls of life are suddenly very thin! I never knew – with just a breath that rock could shimmer as if on whim!

Now, with Spirit’s brush, my world is bright and full of things unseen. I ponder – what should be my hope in seeking mystery’s delight?

Is there a danger lurking there – can things so bright be real? Or –  have I simply stumbled on a hole in someone else’s dream?

The things that I can see and feel, bring comfort to my soul.

The change occurs not just within , but leaps across to other’s grins. There is this spark, there is a flow, that paints with colours bright. And so I live with wonder’s hope -alive in nature’s rush as Spirit dances slow.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Chains and freedom

I have a name,

it once was loved by friends and all.

Last night I slept under the stars.

I sprawled in dirt; my brain was far.

So many passed by me and scoffed.

They see a drunk – and that, unloved!

 

I have a name,

I still remember! I love to speak to those who know!

Today, I wished I could be elsewhere,

With family, love – those once held dear.

I needed someone  to say I mattered,

to say I’m longed for -still beloved!

 

I have a name,

no longer held to – I have believed that man has died.

In death, I will remember I still was living,

with ones who could have helped me live.

I need you now to please remember,

I’m still a slave – trapped in a grave. 

 

I have a name,

I can not see it – its buried deep inside a tomb.

They say that name can still be resurrected,

because this one believes in me.

I’m blind! Will you who see, draw Him to me?

If you believe – can He free me?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

River’s journey

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated by flowing water. I have built dams in snowy gutters and on sandy beaches, I have explored small canyon waterfalls and mighty rivers like the Colombia. I’ve fly fished untold reaches of many streams. In my journey l have gained fresh insight and peaceful rest in my soul through rivers.

I often see them move along as they wend their way down to the sea. They grace each one who comes there way with a greener place to relax and say – “I here can find a way to be at ease.” I sense within the gentle flow – a peace.

Yet, while they seem to gently flow, not always were they so!

This water springs so crystal clear, as in a bubbling brook the song of laughter is begun. High above in craggy heights the waters freshen flowers high. The chortling chorus  calls one and all to be refreshed and hear the joy of dance. All this clarity – mixed with just a dash of mountain spice!

A roaring crashing is the sound, as this small spring becomes a torrent bound by solid rock walls squeezing round, as forcefully with thunderous power, it breaks the rocks as falling from the heights above it carves its way to quieter ways among the earthen meadows far below.

There among the sandy banks, so many find the placid ways of some meandering gentled force that feeds the trees and brings fertility to lowland plains and peace to hearts of men.

So we are called to be the sum of these – a river that is gentled, wise, that graces life with peace while sweetly quenching thirst. Yet still within the swirls are found the echoes of a crystal spring that sings of laughter and clarity and meekly carries the echoing pound of that great power and awesome sound that forms a rainbow as it grinds the mountain down.

And so, I live!

A river flowing is part of me, The Spirit bubbles up inside of me to change my day and help all see that Life is truly such a pleasant gift.  Yet bundled still, within my being sings laughter’s melody – with hints of that unrelenting power that grinds the rock to make a way when others say -“no way!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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