Hope’s belief

Small delights as children play,

testing roles they’ll lead in life.

Adults watching stop and grin,

awkward copies of all that’s been.

 

Small boy swings with deliberate force.

His miss is awkward – brings surprise!

He still is learning that what he sees,

is different than that for which he sighs.

 

Sweet little girl loving times of peace.

resting happy in the folds of love.

Smiles that melt with hope’s belief,

that adults strong can bring relief.

 

Children teaching as they learn.

These are gifts so often spurned.

Yet if gentle hearts will learn,

that all as children must be reborn.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Blind eyes

When living in the hills of Honduras, I know that steady rain drizzling down at night gives me very muddy water from the tap in the morning. Small things that shift my daily routines!

Tropical sun blazing as the morning unfolds, foretells that soon this day will shrivel my soul with heat.  Just one of the challenges that unfold in life as you drift closer to the equator.

It is interesting how our perception of natural things shift from one nation to another, or even one culture to another. Our realities vary!

Yet wounded feelings that flow from hasty words receive global recognition. They warn that I have apologies to make so as to guard what is precious. These crucial decisions must flow from a love for which we all long.

Then there are angry words that accuse and kill. These assaults violate trust and assail every soul. It still amazes me how fear incites all humanity to take death’s scythe to bed with them!

Why is it so easy to forecast consequences in our natural world and yet live with blind eyes in regard to that which binds us into the wonder of belonging?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Driving me

So many things can drive me!

Life is framed by choices made. Yet so often, the instant course corrections that meander through my day, occur without my conscious say! I had intended to grab a coffee but as I go, I meet a friend! We put our heads together and a tangent frames my day!

Now, what occurs behind my eyes, when in those moments I must choose, to stay within the plans I’d made, or shift and spend my time with you! It is within those swirling depths, that  impulse moves, or, shifts and lurks. What do I value? Am I truly free? Or, is a beast alive inside of me?

The pressures that do drive me, I am learning now to see. They often do surprise me with demands that are severe! If I am living unaware, they quickly overwhelm my sensibilities and I am moved to act by relics left behind by previous storms and eventualities. I then am left with ponderings in the middle of the night; regarding the many sorrows that partnered with my precious life this day.

So again I wake and make a firm resolve.  I want to hear Spirit’s whisper, that reminds me of fresh delight. I must remind my heart to pause upon this precipice of choice! This presence speaks a freedom for me from those dark masters in my night. I’m open once again – curious, eager – to dance within the storm and not simply run in anguish; driven to be forlorn.

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 moments panic

A moments panic, eyes open wide,

I booked the wrong date – what a surprise!

Where is the phone number?

How do I call?

I’m in another country still learning how!

 

Connection goes through, a gentle voice answers.

So good to hear that they are not too severe!

Sure we can do that!

Pleasure to help!

What a relief! Simple kindness brings peace!

 

Mistakes – they just happen, it’s all part of life.

One moment your sailing, the next it’s a wreck!

Life is a process.

Each breath brings new life!

Speed bumps just come to help me slow down!

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