Archive for June, 2013

Many of us have to show up in order to shine

Posted: June 30, 2013 in Fiction, Musings
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Wise friend,

I always leave to him to call, to initiate, wherever he is.

I’m uncomfortable to intrude, to impose, to force, to embarrass  – in fact, I expect him not wanting to see me, or like me. Maybe, I’m afraid of losing him.

Friend, you’re too quiet for your own good.

Many of us have to show up to shine. Otherwise, it’s a sure way to lose those who interest us. Some people don’t show up just by being too discreet, too humble. If you are one of them, accept it, and change your approach. People want cooperation. Alternatively, maybe better to lose people who wish you not to cooperate. So what if he is your son?

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The baby reluctantly was born and proceeded to sleep. The little girl tries touching him just so gently. If asked to push a bit harder, she wimps in concern, and she turns to the apple imprint on the baby’s wrap: “Apple, Apple!” The father laughs: “Yes, Apple

The absurdity of beautiful words. What matters!

Posted: June 10, 2013 in Fiction, Musings
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Wise friend,

May I write about what I sense that is the absurdity for poetry? Poetry as in “It sounds so beautiful!”

Justine shared a quote from Marcus Aurelius: “Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”

Others commented upon hearing this “So very true!”, “Very well said !!!!”,  “I always believed in this!!!”, moreover, “Great quote and so true.”

I posted a set of questions: “So is it true without being a truth? Is it just an opinion or perspective? There are no facts?

Justine answered: “Buddhist theory of emptiness,” and “emptiness – everything in itself is empty it is the perspective we put on it.”

Here I’m amused with musings. So do we want that? Do we want emptiness? Shall I feel guilty that today I felt that my life is full and happy? Shall I be grateful for that, or when I feel empty?

It sounds so poetic! Realistic? Practical? So what is illegitimate for one is legitimate for me, as all is just my opinion vs. another’s opinion, isn’t it? What it’s true for me is untrue for another? Who cares? Is this healthy for a society? Is there no truth? We want to acknowledge differences, nuances, and interpretations and respect opinions. We also strive to understand human nature and how a society prospers. There are no facts?

Friend Amused with Musings,

Maybe those who support such theories don’t strive strong enough to understand human nature and our imperfections. They attempt and run away from who we humans are.’

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The little girl said ‘poo’ when her mother changed her diaper. It matters!

The father took the mother to the hospital: “this kid won’t budge’, he said about the kid to come.

I pray that they are healthy, and become good, and strong.  I feel like promising anything, anything.

Fear of hurting the feelings of those hurting others. It matters!

Posted: June 9, 2013 in Fiction, Musings
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Wise Friend,

The conversations are more and more absurd, sad, and hilarious. There is no meaning to them.

Juan brings a sense of loftiness and wit to the dialogue, while I walk on eggshells. Maybe we both do.

Fickle wit that goes down the path of nonsensical. Common sense? What is that?

In the same statement, I hear poetry about goodness and siding with those hurting others. I’m wringing my soul to stay quiet and not insult.

Juan fears to hurt anybody’s feelings in that group more than wanting the truth.

He invents facts, half-truths, and twists intentions.

I leave, hurriedly, go home, research, and learn.  Learning elates me. Complicated world.

Friend who likes learning,

You’ll find your voice. Wait, or don’t. Wait. Wait, and learn to be clear. Step back – don’t rush into answering. Calmly, laughingly, point out the pattern.

Weekly it’s too much.

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Last week the little girl went to the park with her father and a few of his friends.

At one stage she walked to her pram and pulled out the bag with her nappy changing stuff, opened it, pulled out a nappy and the wet wipes and took them to the picnic basket and lay on getting back and said “nappy” so he would change her. He had to write to me.

This matters!