meeting many people who are not ‘feeling it no more’
having grown up being told ‘its not a feeling its a reality’, sounded a little too scientific for me, after all we have been taught the ‘rational’, which happens in the head is all that is to be trusted, where as the ‘irrational’ or the ‘gut feeling’ is not to be trusted.
as someone who likes to cook and who worked as a cook for many years, if I look at cooking only from a process of science, it loses all interest and ‘feeling’ for me. Sure understanding what is happening while i cook is important, that ‘feeling’ of satisfaction and creativity is not controlled by the scientific understanding i have of the process.
sadly for many organised ‘religion’ or even ‘modern’ ‘church’ leaves a deep sense for some of disconnect. We have designed a process by which we assume is ‘the way’ which more often than not leaves no room for contemplation, dialogue rather a talk fest often controlled by one or two people.
1: buying s stuff for people we don’t like and they don’t need
2: the intense loneliness and pain it brings for some
3:pretending its a sacred time but still buying into the craziness
4:the ‘debate’ over Xmas vs Christmas, Satan vs Santa.
5: stupid sayings i.e. he’s the reason for the season, to which I reply, what summer (or Winter if you’re else where)
6: threatening kiddies that Santa won’t come if you’re not good!!
7: wasting food and money
8: there is no number eight!!
9: stupid Church signs including Jesus was born to die??
10: we trot baby Jesus forgetting he grew up!!
Easter is not really
for the children
unless accompanied by
a cream filled egg.
It has whips, blood, nails,
a spear and allegations
of body snatching.
It involves politics, God
and the sins of the world.
It is not good for people
of a nervous disposition.
They would do better to
think on rabbits, chickens
and the first snowdrop
Or they’d do better to
wait for a re-run of
Christmas without asking
too many questions about
what Jesus did when he grew up
or whether there’s any connection.
as I write this I am with my partners siblings and partners in NZ.
Last Sunday I was honoured to hear a local musician and artist as he played two new songs.
One was a conversation with his wife who died two years ago, the other called Come to me…..
Come to me you poor
With nothing to your name
And the poor who just have money
You can do the same
Walk with me I love you
Much like indifference being the opposite of love and hate, being poor is about what you have and what you don’t have?
As I loiter on the streets of Melbourne I go to the ‘top end’ of town’ to watch the faces on the street, and I wonder what stories I would hear, and what story they would like to hear?
I think it’s a mistake to make assumptions about people,’rich’ or ‘poor’.
One of my mates from around town called the other day wanting to catch up.
Having had sometime away recently to take part in a youth leaders thingy and then my days off, time to see family and with my partner, I am hanging out to get back to the streets of Melbourne.
I miss those Ive met over the past 12 months, the refreshing world view they share, the fragility they share and the ‘stuff’ we enjoy over food or in conversation has become part of my new normal!!
So its back to ‘loitering with intent’ for me.
One of my grandsons, Atticus a beautiful boy aged three going on 20, was asked by his mother if he had a good night sleep?
‘Well i did but my head didn’t “
“Oh really? How come?”
“My head just didn’t have any dreams”.
We need dreamers don’t stop dreaming.
Its all quiet now, the stocking is empty too
I think Ive got the post Christmas blues.
The food has been eaten, the waste has been thrown out too
I think Ive got the post Christmas blues
There is an emptiness now, I don’t know what to do
I’m sure Ive got the post Christmas blues
I wonder if Joy, Love, Hope and Peace will disappear now I have the post Christmas blues??