Life’s too rich

Three dogs

roaming –

on a quest.

Trotting along,

never at rest.

Noses twitching,

tails displaying –

Life’s too rich

to be so stressed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Reaching Beyond

Eyes that sing even when heart’s still weighed.

Eyes that open hope’s grace while frayed.

Heart that battles to live with light

even though mercy has taken flight.

 

Smile that reaches beyond the form.

Smile that sings during the storm.

Body though bent and doubled with age,

still has strength to shatter the cage.

 

Hand that reaches out to caress.

Hand that’s broken yet still can bless.

Spirit undaunted that’s framed to shine,

all of the wonder of what’s sublime.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Bushwhacking

Bushwhacking – A definition( http://www.freedictionary) – “To force one’s way through a forested or overgrown area where no path exists:” “Often on the verge of starvation, they bushwhacked through muskeg, forded ice-cold streams and rivers … determined to conquer a daunting land deemed impassable”“(Brenda Koller)

There is always a well travelled trail – a highway.

It goes somewhere “important”, popular or theoretically crucial.

If I see myself only through other’s eyes, I am driven to “assume” that areas with no trails are only waste places or impossibly inaccessible. We label them ”Here there be monsters” on the map of life!

Life is after all “only about” what our “culture” and our friends have chosen to praise and admire.

Or – is it?

If life is a process, and if my journey has anything at all to do with my own uniqueness, then, my path must at times appear like buswhacking!

This implies solitude, struggle, many unknowns and periods of being lost!

These aspects of life are not glamourized by many. In fact, they can be downright scary!

Yet, the vast majority of my life’s encounters with exceptional beauty, radical moments of self discovery and incredulous joy, have been off the beaten path.

The courage to step off the “chosen” path will always open the door to wonder, curiosity and discovery, if, I am not running in panicked flight ( Fear is a monster!).

When I choose this deviation from the comfortable, I meet my own uniqueness because my Creator has been waiting to meet me there!

Drink deep of the wine of being exceptional – step off the highway!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Child’s gift

One little smile,

charming and sweet,

shines from a girl.

coming to greet me.

Eyes while haunted

by life’s brutal mess,

still see with hope

and believe I’m the best.

A scampering motion,

and next she’s embraced,

by arms that receive her

with joy she’s released.

Contagious, infectious,

she lives with no shame.

She hasn’t yet learned

that she’s poor with no name.

Alive, still believing

in this day’s rich grace.

Enjoying the laughter

with mud on her face.

She twinkles with brilliance,

her heart so alive.

She’s blessing the world

with life from above.

Today I’ve received

a gift in my being

in the face of a child-

unbound, still believing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Bubbles

Trapped in a bubble,safe and secure,

the evils I know bring pain that’s routine.

My world is secure, it has limits and end,

I don’t have to worry about things I can’t bend.

Yet out there beyond, I sense a delight ,

the sparkle’s astounding and scares me with light.

The tug is intriguing, so winsome and cheery,

yet with it brings change so don’t want to hurry.

 

I’ve stepped out of bubbles, before in my youth.

I’ve sampled the vastness of life in the raw.

I’ve tasted delight and then grief that has seared.

So I’ve chosen this safety, even though it seems weird!

I know that I live in the waste of my fears.

I know that I’m drowning within my own tears.

I know that my heart feels shrivelled and cold.

Yet why can’t I go with this urge to be bold?

 

And so I sit aching, my heart groans and fights.

I know that I need love and hope that gives life.

I reach out with trembling, to grasp something new,

then withdrew in frenzy ‘cause fear’s monster grew!

So sitting with knees drawn and grief in my heart,

I wait here for someone to aide me to start.

I know I am ready, I’m needing to leave,

this bubble that’s trapped me behind walls of fear.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Small Tendrils

I am always taken by surprise by the effect that ambient social atmosphere’s have on me.

They impact me more than I realize. Usually it begins very subtly.

Small tendrils seem to seep into my experience.

My emotions begin to shift in subtle ways.

Little thoughts seem to intrude upon my day.

Innocuous promptings seem to shift my perceptions to align with that which dominates.

Invariably,

what was unconscious becomes conscious

– when my dislocation from my normal anchors, leaves me adrift.

I awaken in shock, not quite aware of what set me loose and drifting.

 

If I stay within a “needy” mindset, I find my perceptions only generate more confusion.

However,

when I choose to process my realities within a spiritual dimension,

I find the elements that have shifted me, standing out in stark contrast to the things I hold dear.

These are the things that release my identity and freedom.

I choose again to reaffirm that which grants me grace

and

find the tendrils die off as I rise once again  – with clarity.

Author – Bill Tidsbury