The Wasp

The Wasp

Last year, I got stung by a wasp. It hurt so badly and my head was puffed up for a week. I am a peaceful being. I don’t want to harm anything. But, this resentment has built up against the wasp. On Sunday last, I was trying to drown another wasp in the pool. What if this wasp that I tried to drown was the wasp that would tell the other wasps not to hurt people? What if I just killed the one wasp that could have really made a difference? It wasn’t the same wasp who stung me.
This may be how people feel. They hold resentments. I have a friend who had a bad time with a woman. He feels that she has really ruined a big part of his life. His resentment builds up. He doesn’t have the opportunity to take the resentment out on her, so subconsciously and sometimes consciously, he takes it out on the nearest woman.

I have to learn to heal myself. So that I don’t hold resentment against anything. The wasp that stung me was probably being protective of itself. It didn’t want me to swat at it on my head, so it stung me, over and over again.

It works the same way for Martin Luther King, President Lincoln, and President Kennedy… Or, anyone who has been murdered. What resentments were built up to create someone who would want to harm another human being? What long line of memories, history, feelings, etc. created the person who would take a gun and shoot someone?

I am contemplating this important message. I am seeing how we create anger and how it can be dispensed. I hope that we can overcome this issue.

Picture of wasp located off the internet.

Work & Love ~ Random Writings

Getting up early and getting off to work. A part of my life for 35 years. That is a long time to be working. I have been in the actual work force for 35 years this year. That doesn’t count the several years of babysitting I did when I was 13,14 and 15. I was just learning about taking care of things and people then. Now I have done it for a long time. I have spend 15 of those years working as a bookstore manager and 15 of those years working at UPS. With the other five, I guess those were filler times for me..working at L&K restaurant and motel, Waffle House, Ponderosa, Stouffers Hotel in Houston… So glad I walked into the bookstore and got a job. They say do what you love and I love books. That was the best job of my life, even if it was the hardest. I loved books all my life and they make me happy. I love the authors I love and I will always be grateful for books for leading me to my life now.

Truly, if I followed my bliss, it was and always will be to work and write. Being a writer is something I have always wanted and always appreciated. I think that the bravest people in the world are the people who bare their soul in their writing. Many, not even realizing how much we show in our writing. Even me, write now. I show my true spirit and soul when I write. I show how much I love and care about this world.

I had a thought about pre-grieving this morning. When we pre-grieve people, we tend to pull away from them. Why? Just for the same reason you instinctively pull your hands away from a hot stove. We know there will be pain there, we know that we will experience it, and we shy away from it. If only we could look at it a different way when it comes to the pain of loss. If only , we could embrace it and love it to the finish. For me, that is hard, I am inclined to pull away because I am afraid of the hurt. But, I work through it. I will not be that person who shies away from love because I am afraid of the pain. Any good thing we have comes with love and pain. That is just a fact, Jack. So, get over it. Take the good with the bad and move on along. Be grateful for the pain because that shows you can truly love.

Hope Strippers

Hope Strippers

They slide down the pole of discontent
Wrapping their tongues wildy,
Kneading their bodies frantically,
Gyrating to the sound of emptiness
Stripping away the faith,
Lying in wait,
They prey on the innocent.


Waiting on a buck,
Getting it with their luck,
Dancing the dance,
of petulance.


Run do not walk,
Away from this talk,


Close your eyes to their dance,
Before you get in a trance,
If you can not find your stance,
Then, remember the chance,
That was taken,
When they strip you of hope.


You must be on dope.
To watch this stripper of hope,
But, remember, that things are not what they seem,
and this is only a dream,
and we reap what we sew,
so be in the know...
& Let go.

Swoons, Balloons, Moons

Swoons, Balloons, Moons

Breath shallow,
Gasping,
Can't breath
Small, quick breaths
Steady now,
Okay

Stuck high,
Grasping,
Can't reach
Sticks, not working,
Helping hands
Okay


Looking up,
Clasping,
Can't relax,
Big Sigh, smile
Let Go,
Okay

Swoons, Balloons, Moons

Starry Starry Night, (Vincent) Secrets of Old Age

Daddy missing you today  . Thank you for sending this to me in email a couple of years ago. I like looking back at your emails. I love you and miss you.









Dad

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