There is a wind blowing. A fierce, chill wind. One that stings your skin and waters your eyes. You struggle to progress in the face of this wind. The harder you try the stronger it blows. It is now a gale.
Curiously, if you turn askance to the gale, change your direction, its power subsides. You turn again, the wind is now at your back and it has become a gentle breeze cooling you as you stroll along. As long as you remain in this direction the breeze is your friend, encouraging you, coaxing you to continue as you are. You allow it to do so as you choose the path of least resistance.
You notice another, moving in the opposite direction, head down, coat billowing in the face of the full force gale. You call out to him.
“Turn around, the breeze is gentle”.
He looks up at you first with anger but then with pity.
“I cannot” he replies.
“Why not?” you ask.
“That is the wrong direction” he says with sadness.
“But why struggle, it’s so much easier and more pleasant this way” you advise.
“Is it really?” he retorts.
You nod and walk on by.
You pass another struggling against the wind.
“Why struggle?” you state.
“Don’t you see?” she replies.
“See what?” you ask confused.
“You are just following the wind” she points out.
“Maybe so, but why not follow it?” I demand.
“You are not thinking, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded!” She yells angrily lowering her head and pushing forward into the wind.
You stroll some more, it is such a pleasant breeze, gentle, supporting, comfortable. You don’t really mind which direction you take you say to yourself. So why not take the easy path? What’s wrong with letting the breeze guide me? You look around and see plenty of others heading in the same direction and nod to yourself, reassured that your decision is correct.
A little further down you see a family struggling into the gale. The parents are holding hands, helping one another as they each drag a reluctant child behind. One of the children continually looks behind at the others heading in the other more comfortable direction.
“I don’t want to go this way Daddy. Why do we have to go this way? All my friends are going the other way” the child pleads.
“We are going this way because it is the right thing to do my dear. I know it’s harder, but if you search your heart you’ll realise that it is the right way” the father replies reassuringly.
Their voices die off as you walk away shaking your head at the sight.
You continue to wander. Your body feels relaxed and if you keep yourself distracted by the sights and sounds around you, you feel comfortable. However, in the recesses of your mind phrases keep emerging. That is the wrong direction, is it really easier, you are not of your own mind, you are deluded, it is the right thing to do, search your heart. These words beat a rhythm in your mind that matches your steps while you continue down the path the wind wants to take you. As if sensing your hesitance the breeze picks up pace as others in front of you encourage you forward with a wave of their arms.
Suddenly you stop and stand dead still. The wind begins to whip around you but you hold firm. You think to yourself, do I really want to simply follow, where do I really want to head, where am I actually going, where are we all going?
These thoughts race through your mind as you look at the multitude of others that are simply following the path of least resistance. You peer forward and notice for the first time that the horizon suddenly drops away as sheer as a cliff face. Everyone walking, by themselves, alone, heading blindly for the mysterious horizon.
You turn and look in the opposite direction and notice that those that are walking into the gale are banding together, joining hands, helping one another as they struggle forward. You notice that in the distance the ground rises and rises into a mountain. Groups, hordes, bound together are struggling forward, an ever growing sea of people joining forces to choose, not the easy way, but a different way.
Your eyes follow the curve of the slope all the way to the top as you notice the first groups of people reaching the summit. They are bathed in sunlight. You can see that at the summit there is no longer any wind. Those that reach the summit first immediately turn to help those that are still struggling. Despite their own exhaustion you understand that they want to continue the camaraderie, the sense of community they found on their way to the summit. They shrug off their fatigue and turn and help as many as they can. Theirs is a new beginning, a new way.
Thoughts race through your mind as you glance back at the people following the breeze, the easy way. To what end you cannot see, the path’s end is obscured or non existent. As you once again face blustery force you notice an old lady stumble and fall as she struggles against the gale. You go to her and hold out your hand.
“Here, let me help you, I’m heading in your direction anyway” you say to her.
She looks up at you with glistening eyes and a broad smile.
“Thank you for being so wise” she says.
In the spirit of Ubuntu,
The morning sun sends its soft tendrils of light slowly creeping through the wooden venetians. The dim illumination gently brightens the room rousing me from slumber. I carefully wipe the rheum from my eyes and open them.
“It’s morning.” I state to myself before calling my muscles into action to roll on to my side. In this position I can see her. She still sleeps. Her delicate features look serenely relaxed in her reposed state. A playful smile touches her lips as her deep inner beauty begins to glow as she slowly wakens.
I gently reposition her hair away from her eyes and softly kiss her forehead. Her skin is warm and deliciously smooth. I gaze upon her as she comes to life. Her exquisiteness blooms before my eyes with such radiance as to challenge the sun’s rays.
I close my eyes and slide closer to her. She stirs as I do and rolls to her side facing me. Her smile widens dreamily as our bodies intertwine in our morning loving embrace. Our morning ritual connection is an essential part of our routine. We would feel incomplete without it.
I open my eyes once more and look deeply into hers. No words are exchanged, for no words are needed for the communication of our love for each other. It is palpable, it is clear, it is fully understood by both.
I kiss her softly on the lips and whisper “good morning”. She responds blissfully and I kiss her again and hold her tight. This woman gets more beautiful with each passing day I think to myself in awe. I do not need wealth or material things to fulfill my life, I affirm. All I need to be complete in this life is to love and be loved by this wonderful angel in my embrace.
We both smile at each other again as our eyes slowly drift shut once more. The comfort we each receive in our joint embrace delicately lulls us back to sleep. We refuse to fight it and allow ourselves to float off in our connection, for it is Sunday morning after all.
Make today a special day, hug the people you love.
In case you missed it, click on the link to see my break up letter to the World…….here.
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Words, what wonderful things they are. We write with them, we think with them, we communicate with them. In fact we’d be quite lost without them.
Humanity, as a global society capture the words we use in our writing. Over time some words grow in popularity whilst others fade. Without doubt the ebb and flow of the words we choose have meaning. They are our words, they are our voice.
So imagine my joy when I discovered Google’s NGram viewer. This amazing tool which reviews and graphs the words contained within some 5.2 million digitized books published since 1800 opens up a wondrous and thought provoking realm.
So I decided to dive in and have a look at the wonders of the flow of words over the past 200 plus years. I wanted to hear what the World has been saying to me.
Do you know what conclusion I reached?
I decided that it was time to break up with the World.
Yep, that’s right. It’s over. I’ve had it. I’m just fed up with how the World is treating me via the written word.
So I’ve written the World a letter explaining things. I’d really appreciate it if you could read it in order to understand why I have made this dramatic decision. It is in the form of a photo gallery for you to navigate through with ease.
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I hope I didn’t sound too neurotic. Do you think I did?
Sorry World, don’t be too upset.
I still love you.
Text me sometime?
UPDATE: The World did send me a TXT! Click here to see it.
Until next time, somewhere in Brett’s Future.
In honor of your words,
Oh Yes – A new day will come and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer!
This is one of my favorite scenes from the three Lord of the Rings movies. This one comes from The Two Towers, and I know it has a little Hollywood screenwriting trickery here.
Though a good portion of Sam’s speech does actually appear in the novel, this particular scene does not. In fact, Sam’s monologue about stories happens in Shelob’s cave–correct me if I’m wrong.
But, still, it’s such a great scene. And a lot of the dialogue is actually in the book.
Such a great, great film. Enjoy this classic scene from The Two Towers.
The supine man lay there, eyes wide in terror, mouth agape with an unuttered cry on his lips. He saw movement in his periphery and knew that the demon was approaching. It came into his field of view eyes watching him intently. The strangely swathed face added to the fearful aspect as the man tried to look away. The demon’s underling crouched in the corner pawing at his shoulder watching its master intently.
“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti” the man whispered to himself hoping that the ancient language of Latin held more power than his native tongue.
The demon approached closer; arms raised. The underling held his shoulder more tightly waiting with a sense of urgency for its master to commence the torture.
The man let a gasp erupt from his mouth, still agape. He closed his eyes hoping to avoid the nightmare that was about to be perpetrated on him. Too late he thought as the demon began. A single tear trickled down the man’s face as he sunk into oblivion.
He was deafened by the pounding of blood his head swimming. A fog masking his agony gradually lifted. An urgent voice sounded in his ear but he could not decipher the words. He tried to blink his eyes open but a bright light caused sharp pain to erupt in his head. The voice kept persisting as he slowly floated to the surface of conscious thought. Someone was tugging on his shoulder, forcing him to face whatever madness awaited him now. He finally succumbed and gave the voice his attention.
“Sir, sir, we’ve finished now, you can sit up.” The woman’s voice said.
The man slowly rose as his vision normalized.
I hate dentists he realised.
I’m not actually thinking these thoughts right now, my body is rhythmically cycling the life force within the air automatically. I’m pleased for that because my mind in elsewhere, lost in eternity.
Slowly consciousness within this body returns and I open my eyes. I’m floating ever so slightly above the ground, cross legged, before me my guide sits likewise.
With a nod he welcomes my return.
“Tell me young one, have you been inspired?”
“I have Master Yonten.” I answer feeling humbled by my experiences.
“Tell me of your inspiration young one. You must open up to the world around you if you are to truly maximise this gift. Do you understand?” My Master’s wise eyes studied me deeply, boring into my soul.
“I understand Master” I affirm, speaking barely above a whisper.
“How did you come to be here?” I am sure that Master Yonten knew the answer, but he was right, I needed to acknowledge it.
“I was brought here by a friend. He has been as a guide and helped lead me here. His name is Ronovan, he has much wisdom to share and many offers of help for young one’s such as I. I owe him my deepest gratitude.” I speak and Master Yonten smiles and nods in return acknowledging the truth of my words.
“Did you receive Ronovan’s gift young one?”
“Yes Master, I am honored to say that I did.”
“Show me.” He holds his hands out for me to display Ronovan’s gift. Gently, reverantly I place the precious parchment in his hands.
“I feel unworthy of such a gift. I am humbled” I say to my Master as he looks at what I place in his hands.
“Young one, gifts are for a reason, do not count yourself unworthy, instead strive to fulfill the intent of the gift.” His words resonate with me and I nod my understanding.
“Now young one, you know what you must do in order to accept this gift. Tell me seven truths so that you are more understood.” Master Yonten’s eyes, as deep as the universe, capture my own. My efforts to turn his gaze away are futile and I know I must comply. I bow my head in acceptance as I conjure the courage for these truth’s I must tell.
“Very well Master, I will try my best.”
“That is all that is ever asked of you young one. Proceed.”
“Truth number one; I am young but I am tall Master. I have been my height since I was 15 years of age. My first nickname was Tree.” I inhale deeply, pleased to have begun. My Masters eyes smile knowingly at me.
“Truth number two; I have always been moved deeply by music Master. As a result I have a large music collection of over 100,000 songs. Many of these songs form a tapestry of my life and I hold them deeply in my soul. Not for the song itself so much as for the meaning and the memories that the song conjures in my mind.” I drift in thought ever so slightly as I consider my life songs. My Master clears his throat, bringing me back to the present.
“Truth number three; I have a confession to make, one that has me concerned. I have recently become addicted.” My Masters eyes raise slightly at my surprising confession.
“Yes Master, it is true. I have recently become addicted to tweet poetry, I am sorry to say. I try Master, but much of the time I think in rhymes.” My head drops in slight shame at the confession.
My Master smiles at me.
“Do not be ashamed young one. You must be who you are meant to be. Continue.”
“Truth number four; I have been on a dark journey Master. I count myself young only because I am newly emerged from the darkness. Sometimes the darkness still clings to my heels. I, I am still learning how to stay living in the light, but I must confess sometimes I fear.” I cast my Master a worried look as I make known my vulnerability.
“Fear not young one, for fear is an illusion. Remember, you are not two, you are only one.” Once again my Master knows me better than I think I know myself sometimes.
“Truth number five; Your wisdom graces me Master for everyday I try to remember your words as I stand barefoot on the grass. I let Mother Earth and Father Sun recharge my soul. It helps me to remember, at least a little, who a I really am.” I smile at my Master and it is returned, a knowing look on his face.
“Truth number six; Still there are Human experiences I must confess to harboring a deep enjoyment of. Take beer for example Master.” he raises one eyebrow as I mention this, a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes master, it is true. It’s just that I find beer, well, so very very tasty.” I look downcast again, not sure how my Master will respond to this confession.
He laughs out loud, a joyous sound as I look closely at him again.
“Do not be so serious young one, have fun I say, enjoy this life, play your songs and drink your beer. Stand in the sun and let your soul cheer. Happiness is an eternal gift.” his smile is infectious and my heart sings at his words.
“You have one final truth to tell young one, what will it be?” I breathe deeply for there is only one other truth that should be said when I consider inspiration.
“Truth number seven; I owe my life, my heart and my soul, to my very own fairy. Yes they are true beings fairies, I realize this now you see. For in my darkest hour my fairy guided me. Her love was a beacon that helped me survive. It is why I married her you see. So my last truth to tell you is my love for my lovely fairy; Catherine, my wife. Her inspiration to me can only be expressed in poetry.
“Well done young one, you have completed the task assigned. I am please for you. Now it is time to depart, reality awaits. Before you go, you must spread the love, tell me, who else has inspired you as you sit here today?”
“Master, I must confess, I am still so very young. Please forgive me if I can only nominate a few. But I hope they know how very deeply they have affected me as I start this journey of mine.”
“I’m sure they know young one. Tell me who they are.”
“Master, there is a man from Colorado, Brice is his name. He is a poet of extraordinary talent. His words dazzle me as they glow with somber hues from his special place that he calls Flashlight City Blues.“
“There are two others whose words inspire as they write down rhyme and verse. Their words paint beauty and peace and sing to my soul. There is Neha and her cute little dog who live in Forgottenmeadows. Also, Honua who is Led By Reason often seen Embracing a Wounded Soul.”
“There is also another Master. Wise beyond years. At only 17, Shade Blade shows amazing honesty and wisdom in capturing thought in poetry telling My Life Story.”
My Master looks as I pause to consider further how I feel.
“That is four you have named young one. Are there any others you have met, that you wish to let me know of?”
“There are so many Master, I am overwhelmed. But please forgive me, there is only one other I wish to nominate at this point. I am sorry that I cannot fulfill all that is required of me, I feel unworthy.”
“Young one, please, do not feel that way. You are young, new to this place, I am sure they will understand. Who is this final inspiration you wish to tell me of?”
“Master, right from the start, she’s been by my side, encouraging me as I go. Her wisdom and love are an inspiration to me that is palpable. Her name is Lesley Hayes.”
I look at my Master and nod my head as he hands me back the parchment given to me by Ronovan. Once again I feel humbled. I look up at my Master one last time before I leave him this day as I have one final thing to say.
“Master, although only five did I mention above I have one last confession.”
“What is is young one?” He asks his face in unreadable expression.
“Truth number eight; Everyone in cyberland I’ve met in my brief journey has been an inspiration to me. I learn each day as I read their words and they fill me with desire. One day I hope that my own words can in some way also inspire. So thank you all in the blogoverse for being who you are. Please know that deep inside I think you are a star.”
The rules of accepting the nomination for Very Inspiring Blogger:
1.Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you. (Check) 2.List the rules and display the award. (Check) 3.Share seven facts about yourself. (Check) 4.Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated. (Please forgive me for only nominating 5) 5.Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you. (Check)