Good one to share. Sometimes we can use tough times as an excuse to be a grump, but it is always worth the effort to stay positive in our interactions and it tends to lift our spirits too.
I’ve been weeping tears of joy, the miracle has been confirmed.
Not only has my granddaughter( who was diagnosed diabetes 1 after almost going into a life threatening coma) been totally off insulin for over two months (with a doctor’s OK of course) but tests have shown it is not just a “honeymoon period” as doctors asserted (meaning her pancreas working was temporary and it would soon collapse). Though her pancreas showed some damage from the attack it is functioning close to normal and at least for the present she is no longer classified as even diabetes 2!
For those not familiar with these things, diabetes 2 can be treated by diet, but I could find no record of diabetes 1 ever being cured other than by a miracle. She has of course drastically adjusted her diet and will continue to do so (it’s been a life change for their whole family) but that alone could not effect this. I’m so happy I could bounce for joy!
They were almost in sight now. He craned his head to see, the translucent walls of the craft enabling perfect vision. He glimpsed something far ahead a dingy grey/brown splurge on the horizon contrasting with the intense greens with which he had always been surrounded.
He’d never totally believed it, couldn’t comprehend this side of his own humanity, but there it was before his eyes a vast wasteland of decaying iron and concrete. Here and there a feeble tree or bush strove to bring life to the empty mounds, shriveled and corrupted. No, the “trees here were of another nature, bare metal poles and girders, once the support frames of the towers that had been inhabited, what they had been taught was a “city”, a place innumerable humans dwelled encased in glass and concrete, brick and steel. It was beyond his young comprehension.
It was mandatory to make this trip before taking on an adult role in the community, to learn from the mistakes, to take paths of peace, to understand where greed and anger could lead, to be content with the simple life of forest and lake, grasslands and sea. They were safe now, but the lesson had been learned at great cost. It must always be remembered. Hence this trip and so many others as each generation came of age.
The pilot inclined his hand and the vehicle circled whirling back towards the welcoming green haze on the horizon. He of course had no need of the craft, could have been there in an instant. The vehicle was for them, the earthbound, forged of the immense power and light of the being before them. He had always been in awe of the angels.
Sometimes I miss the wonder of it, immersed in plans and busyness, but leaning out of my window on a spring morning I pause to smell the freshness, the scent of nature outside my window, the gentle warmth of the sun on my face, bringing colour and light to the surrounding garden. I remember the beauty of it all and I’m so glad to be alive.
We digest the news slowly, our hearts not accepting such notions of hate and delusion – the premeditated murder of children. The act is as atrocious to my Muslim brothers and sisters as to me, yet he did not act alone. Someone had fed him lies, grown him, nourished him, on hate and pride. Perhaps it was his family, perhaps others, maybe one, maybe many, for he was once a child, an innocent. Though he died these individuals remain with blood smeared hands.
Please take a minute to read. Inoculation procedures vary vastly from country to country and for sure there are risks involved particularly in the USA , As a responsible parent take time to research everything that goes into your child’s body and make an informed choice – they depend on you!
As the battlegrounds are drawn in the sand with an ongoing tug of war over the vaccine efficacy/safety issue, I stand on the sidelines marveling at the lack of concern by those most affected by its outcome. The TRUTH doesn’t seem to matter because the population at large doesn’t seem to care. As long as SOMEONE ELSE is willing to pay for each and every vaccine offered, a willingness to have these substances injected into our children and ourselves continues. We lack CONVICTION and RESPONSIBILITY to make the best informed health care decisions. It is easier to say, “our doctors know best.” This is nothing more than LAZINESS. We have no interest in spending our “precious” time learning about the RISKS as long as our doctors continue to “claim” the “BENEFITS.”
This apathy is more contagious than the conditions we vaccinate against. It spreads beyond the world…
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“I’ve had many troubles, most of which never happened!” Great Mark Twain quote!
That summarizes my last few weeks (during which I’ve barely posted). I might say the troubles did come, but the scary visions of what might come of them didn’t. One of the biggest was a phone call out of the blue during which I discovered my landlord had to sell my cozy apartment I’ve been taking for granted for several years. Not that there was a possibility of being out on the streets, thank God, but still it was like someone wrenched my security blanket away, my personal refuge amidst the storms of life (of which there have been many of late).
One has to delve and face one’s secret fears and mine, I realised, was possibly ending in an unpleasant, dark or uncomfortable place. Being older, an artist, and sensitive to my environment I need a clean, bright, warm, inspiring place in which to function well. I also had to face the possibility that my time in my sweet old English town might be at an end (even my time in the UK). There’s been a kind of pattern to my life and I generally end up moving every three and a half years or so for one reason or another, and I realised it had been three and a half years here.
I know it is always good, every so often, to put everything on the altar and seek God’s will in my life… could He be trying to show me something? Will this be a small change or a big change? I know the best thing one can do with change is embrace it.
Thankfully this change turned out not to be so earth shattering in the end and I hope to soon finalise a contract for a new apartment very close to my youngest daughter’s, it’s clean, light, well kept with an incredible view. not so hard lol!
The major change however was to downsize to one bedroom and also put my name on a two year waiting list for over 60s sheltered housing (cute independent studio flats) with a local church association. Looking to the future I wouldn’t want this to happen in my 70’s!
So all’s well that ends well, change happened but not the scary bit thank God!
Contrasts wring my heart today. Hidden beneath the seat of one of our boats are another batch of eggs, while proud parents walk their gosling brood across the jetty to explore the spring. In contrast I take one who has served, now aged, recovering slowly from a life changing operation. He cannot remember now, he tells me with a touch of sadness, how to sail. As I take him slowly out on the lake contrasting his former lifelong abilities with my incompetent navigation, it begins to return.
“Loosen the starboard line, just a wee bit, see, let it catch the wind…” I see the joy of sailing kindle in his eyes, but he is no longer the teacher, the one who takes the disabled out on the boats. The tide has changed, we all fuss over him with hugs, tea and cakes and sailing…
I sense his time drawing nearer as the goslings is beginning, life’s circle coming to an end, volunteer becoming sailor. He keeps a smile but it’s hard. I’ll take him again, we all will, his investment has grown dividends of love and friendship, what he has given he will receive.