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The day after…

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No, not the day after the apocalypse.

Rather, the day after posting a couple of times here on my blog, after a long time.

I even had someone from long ago say hello, whom I knew from the days that I was posting about the Netflix show, “Sense 8” twelve years ago…which was amazing because it stirred within me something way down deep, about human nature, about what it means to be human and alive, and emotional, empathetic, even empathic.

As for me today…well, this is why I’m writing now, right? This is what blog’s and WordPress and writing is all about, I guess.

I wish…I wish I could wave a magic wand and just make peace and love all over the world. Now I’m sounding like John Lennon (of the Beatles) who wrote the most beautiful song, “Imagine“.

Peace, love, like a dove…flies round the world, not knowing where, or if, or dare, to land.

Not knowing where, to alight, without fright, and to call it “home”.

Home, where the heart is, is a start. That’s our place to start, while we’re apart, most of us fluttering here and there not knowing where….to land, to take our stand…

And yet, hope lives! That’s the one thing that no one or no thing can take from us!

Hope lives, hope gives.

We ARE all one.

Politics, politicking…

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All, a sham.

Just you against me. My belief better than yours!

And therein the division is created. Where there is division, love and peace and hope is absolutely absent.

I will KILL YOU for disagreeing, with challenging my deepest, most heartfelt beliefs!!!

And so it goes, like history, over and over and over again.

Is there any end to this madness???

No. We are who we are.

What it would take is a complete revolution of our minds, to be able to SEE all of this.

Only the sages know. To SEE is a gift, which too few have.

And we kill them too, one way or another.

Old soul’s…this Father’s Day.

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There are those soul’s, born old — like I was, according to someone who knew me when I was younger.

And there are those soul’s, born older than I.

I envy them, I suppose that I do, or should, I think.

Was it a curse, I’ve often asked myself, being “Born Old”? Most of the time, I think not, but occasionally, yes, I do…think about that.

That curse, or is it, “That Blessing”?

Will I ever know? Probably not…

But right now, I think that it was, more of a curse, to see so much at such a young age.

Ah, the enigma of life! Born old, living long enough to be old, but I don’t feel it.

So, maybe I wasn’t born old. Maybe…I was just born with my eye’s wide open.

Yes, that could be it — just as my daughter was on the day that she was born!

On this Father’s Day, I still do mourn. It’s been too many hard years apart from them, my daughter and my son.

But that’s what divorce does…to my little one’s, more than myself, by a long-shot.

Sadness….and yet, still hope.

As well it should…

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It’s been a while…should I smile or frown without my crown?

What crown you ask? I’m glad you asked, or if you didn’t, well that’s ok, because today is really a very new day, to pen my thoughts, long since absent. Why is that, did I hear you ask? No matter, this is my task.

You see, Life as we know it, is actually not quite that, not at all a thing we can hang our hat. It is, rather, something else — more “Top-shelf” as my friend would say, and yet I sigh with a bit dismay. Not at life, I cannot do that.

I dismay because, well a dear friend died today.

There you have it! While it’s been a while, I can’t deny how difficult it is for me to still here write. I’m not sure why…old age perhaps? Well, I know many for whom that’s not something to slow them down! They become more prolific! Or is it…because they fear their death grows near? Most likely, I think. Not that that’s a bad thing — their increased action as that time gets close, before they become just another ghost, to have one last fling, to share their best, I think that’s good! As well it should.

As well it should.

Tumultuous Times…

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As I sit overlooking my patio into the stark white wall of the apartment building across from me, sun on it, blinding me. Hold on, I need to draw the drapes…

Ok, much better, but now I need to go find my computer glasses to continue….

Computer glasses on. Ok. Ready to go. Now I have to take a moment due to all the distractions to remember why I wanted to sit down to write this.

Ok…got it. Well, it’s 6:30 pm here in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I should emphasize “beautiful” because there is no smoke in the sky and the temperature is a relatively comfortable 26 degrees Celsius, or 79 degrees Fahrenheit…quite warm but NOT warm compared to so many other temperatures across the world right now! Right now a LOT of the world is in extreme heat…breaking all time records. Thousands of people are dying of heat stroke and exhaustion. This is climate warming just warming up they say. The worst is yet to come.

As for me this evening, I’m ever so grateful to not have to turn on my air conditioning. My fans are all I need. What a blessing.

I was going to turn on the TV to watch the latest news. I think it’s good to keep up on current events, but tonight I couldn’t do it. I thought, what if I was living 100 years ago…I might have a radio, if I was rich. Or 150 years ago — no radio then. In the evenings they had NO entertainment options, other than walking down to the town centre perhaps to see if there was something going on, but that was it! No movie theatres or TV or radio news, no phones or computers. All they had to do was whatever was pressing…get firewood or coal for the stove so they could cook tomorrow. Entertain the children or grandchildren. If the weather was good, sit outside and chat with FAMILY, gaze up to the sky — a sky that had, oh my, thousands of stars to see. Then off to bed, sleeping peacefully — not to be awakened by sirens or cars or garbage or delivery trucks clanging and banging, and….and……!

Sounds like another world doesn’t it? Well, it was OUR world not that long ago. How far we’ve strayed in the name of progress. Not that progress and technology isn’t good! It is, but we’re in a transition stage of history now that is pretty messy, rough and tumultuous.

We are living in very uncertain and difficult times. World war 3 could be just around the corner with the conflict happening between Russia and Ukraine right now! We could even see nuclear weapons being used! Even this medium, the Internet, could go down if we go into a World War, which is partly why I’m writing this here tonight, with hopes for the best, but fearful of the worst!

What can we do in the meantime? Get political perhaps. Write to the editors of whatever papers are still left. Have a voice on social media. Post on blogs like this. Look out for ways that we can make a difference while we can? Something, anything.

God help us all.

Tim

One DNA strand away…

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We all like to think, we’re rather distinct, but in fact we’re not, at least not as much as we like to think.

You see, DNA is a thing that distinguishes this from that. One stand, or even less in fact, makes you as different from this or that.

It’s not that we’re not unique. That’s it, in fact, that makes it such a feat, that little strand.

And so we stand, all proudly so! But this much we all should know — that a little strand of a thing so small, can make the difference between us all.

In the meantime, perhaps, look around you now – see, we’re each unique, and in that wisdom I beg you seek…

If we see all that we’ll have no fear, you see, or future tear, because we’ll see the good within us all and live our lives, I pray, with peace, or dare I say – love? For all.

Dross…

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This day is dross, it grows like moss and yet it goes a pitter-patter.

Why should I care, why should I dare, since it really doesn’t matter.

And yet, some say, I should care before I cast it all into the air, for the wind to take it where it will, this way or that without being still, for a moments grasp in desperation until it lands upon the station, of life lived, lost and left behind. Too much thought for this frail mind.

I am what I am, or I is what I is, as Popeye said, before he died upon his bed.

There really isn’t this or that or whatever else we think is this or that.

There is only what is, accept or not, not a damn thing upon which to hang our hat

Other than who we are and know down deep. And with that fact, I’ll rest in sleep.

My personal Covid-19 statement…March 22nd, 2020.

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covid-19

I’m having a really rough time with this whole Covid-19 thing. Health officials are now saying that France, Spain, then the US, then here in Canada — that we’re all on the same illness trajectory. Meaning, the horror we’re seeing in Italy, is heading our way, inexorably.

Of course things will vary — Italy has a very high percentage of older people compared to other countries, and we have had more time to prepare, but the experts are saying that while that may slow down the speed at which it’s spreading, it may have little ultimate effect on its inevitable, inexorable march through our homes. We now know the virus is hitting a lot of younger people too, so it’s not just targeting one cohort, it’s targeting us all. Targeting us, making us sick, but also in a big way now victimizing us with “social distancing”, which is dramatically changing the way we have all lived in ways more than revolutionary.

Today, not being able to go about my normal routine, the gym, the grocery store, the pub, etc was extremely hard for me. Instead, I had to stay home, try to read or watch TV, most of which is all about Covid-19. I couldn’t go for a walk, or a run because there are now so many people out on the streets and out on the local trails that it’s impossible to keep the safe distance! So, the main message now is to STAY HOME.

This is not the “new normal” as some psychologists are suggesting we will all need to “adapt to”! This is the new “ab-normal” that none of us are at all prepared for. We are social beings — it can and never will become a “new normal”, because it’s completely unnatural for our species.

While I’m feeling terribly sorry for myself today, as much or more I’ve been crying off and on today thinking about everybody else, here around me and around the world who CANNOT and may never get used to this new, “normal”. Those who fear not just the loss of their own lives, but of their loved ones, their friends, their neighbours. We’re living in a moment by moment time of huge uncertainty.

We hear everyone now saying, “We are all in this together”, but we’re all also in a place so very unnatural and hard for us, a place that bores down to the very root of our soul, to a place of fear, with the potential to rip apart the very social fabric of our being. This is not a, “United We Stand” situation. This is a “United We Fear” catastrophe — fearing, even, one another. I predict many broken hearts – emotionally and literally, many inconsolable friends, many impossible demands upon us all.

These are not just “tough times”, friends, these are virtually impossible times for too, too many…

Dear God, may we all somehow see this through.

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