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Growing Confidence

Posted: February 19, 2013 in @SCRiMiE, billy, flash

NTRO:
Billy is an angel
She is blue
Not because she is sad
She was made blue
Billy loves questions
This is her story

 

One day billy was asked to sing a solo

The thought of this made her very uncomfortable

Singing alone, a l l the heavenly creatures watching her

She imagined their many eyes drilling into her delicate being

She gave a little judder which made her halo sing!

 

Billy loved singing, but hidden among her friends

One voice in harmony with a company of voices

Not solo in f r o n t of everyone

“Why was this?” Whisper asked kindly

 

Immediately Billy saw a big word

c o n f i d e n c e 

Billy knew she was able but she wasn’t confident singing alone in front of everyone 

Would she get confused about the arrangement? Sing out of tune? Forget some of the words to Michael’s song?

“Probably not! So why am i afraid?” she pondered

 

“I sing to nations of their d e s i g n and d e s t i n y”

But standing solo in throne room before the Presence and all those eyes made Billy anxious

Whisper reminded her “Confidence is a choice that grows when we simply believe”

what is the worst that could happen billy t h o u g h t ?

 

As she sang even the big and sometimes grumpy angels cried with pure delight at the sound of Billy the blue angel singing

Billy still felt anxious but choosing c o n f i d e n c e was a turning point in the being of this little angel

m a y b e it could be for you t o o

Finding Freedom

Posted: February 19, 2013 in @SCRiMiE, billy, flash

NTRO:
Billy is an angel
She is blue
Not because she is sad
She was made blue
Billy loves questions
This is her story

Billy was always being ordered by the bigger angels where to be, what to say and do

Sometimes in a very grumpy manner they would tell her

“Announce that message here”, “Proclaim that there” or “Deliver this immediately!”

“What is the matter with them?” she wondered

In the busyness of angel work it seemed like there was never the freedom for Billy to slow down and follow her heart

To pause and enjoy the moment

Billy loved to watch, wonder, wait and worship

But she felt like she was just always too busy working

Delivering messages here, there and everywhere

She also had to fit in singing practice, halo maintenance, flying skills, navigation, celebration competency and learning about other important stuff only angels know about

Whisper interrupted her thought train saying “freedom is best learned in the midst of responsibilities, silence will be your teacher if you choose to practice”

Billy wasn’t sure that she agreed

She imagined arranging another party for her angel friends

Just a moment to have fun, be happy, to play, laugh and enjoy being together

Billy wanted to practice parties and announce the messages she was entrusted with

Whisper spoke gently “Billy you are free to choose to work and play. The freedom of now is a gift hidden inside each of us.”

Choosing to practice a silence that nurtures freedom was like a new day in the being of this little angel

Maybe it could be for you too

Vexed (tweaked)

Posted: February 23, 2012 in @SCRiMiE, flash

They say it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m not sure exactly what it was that triggered my infarction. Moments before all had been well and then suddenly without warning my heart was substantially detrimentally different. Where before hope coloured the lens through which I perceived the world, now all manner of thing was, from that myocardial marker, distorted and opaque to me. It was a hernia in my chest which arrested and interrupted my day, threatening every day thereafter. More days have passed since that day than I am now able to re-collect. I simply lie here waiting. Occasionally I hear a familiar voice or sense the touch of someone who I know I have touched before. As I concentrate on tuning in to that brief impression, inevitably their presence fades and I am again left alone. In this in-between place all is not well. I lie here searching for memories of someone or something to remember but my mind presents itself as a canvas primed for a graphic retelling. I wait in this place of nothing, disconnected and suddenly I know, I might be dead! Is this what death is like? How long has it been since I encountered the familiar. Have I, ever, or did I simply imagine I once had? Suddenly I feel much worse than I did before. I consider whether I have ever felt this way but I cannot remember and even as I dwell on what might have been before, it washes over me again, waves of forgetfulness. They thieve my sense of memory and I am left waiting, on the shore of nothing. Suddenly I am aware of a light pulsating and warm somewhere on my periphery. It is approaching me and the tension and torment that I was feeling fades too and I think this must be it. I must have died. Am I really dead? It seems unreal. A woman touches me and I see in my mind a familiar face and suddenly the image disappears, but her touch remains and then it tardily fades. I search myself again for her face but it has gone. I cannot remember. Is this hell? The light is almost upon me and I know fear. I cannot sense my body but my alertness is acute as if waiting for an inevitable impact and then just as suddenly as my consciousness identified the presence of the light it too has gone and I am again alone, here in this place of nothing. All is not well and all is not well and all manner of thing remains unwell.

Vexed

Posted: February 22, 2012 in @SCRiMiE, flash
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They say it was the straw that broke the camels back. I’m not sure exactly what it was that triggered my infarction. Moments before all had been well and then suddenly without obviously warning my heart was substantially detrimentally different. Where before hope coloured the lens through which I perceived the world, now all manner of thing was, from that myocardial marker, distorted and opaque to me. They say that the ancients believed that life itself was in the blood. It was a hernia in my chest which arrested and interrupted my day, threatening every day thereafter. More days have past since that day than I am now able to re-collect. I simply lie here waiting. Occasionally I hear a familiar voice or the touch of someone who I know I have touched before. As I concentrate on tuning in to that brief sense inevitably their presence fades and I am again left alone. In this in between place all is not well. I lie here searching for memories of someone or something to remember but my mind presents itself as a canvas repainted with gesso for the next instalment. I wait in this place of nothing, disconnected and suddenly I realise I might be dead! Is this what death is like? How long has it been since I encountered the familiar. Have I ever or did I simply wish I had. Suddenly I feel much worse than I did before. I consider whether I have ever felt this way but I cannot remember and even as I dwell on what was previously it washes over me again waves of forgetfulness. They thieve from me all sense of memory and I am left waiting on the shore of nothing. Suddenly I am aware of a light pulsating and warm somewhere in my periphery. It is approaching me and the tension and torment that I was feeling fades too and I think this must be it. I must have died. Am I really dead? It seems unreal. A woman touches me and I see in my mind a familiar face and suddenly the image disappears but her touches remain and then it fades. I search myself again for her face but it too has gone. I cannot remember. Is this hell? The light is almost upon me and I feel fear. I cannot feel my body but my alertness is acute as if waiting for an inevitable impact and then just as suddenly as my consciousness identified the presence of the light it too has gone and I am again alone here in this place of nothing. All is not well and all is not well and all manner of thing remains unwell.

Once there were identical sisters whose names were Pandora Some Time and Sophia Now Time. Tragically in their teens the twins were orphaned when their parents were killed in an accident. Their untimely death meant that their Mother’s sister Alcmene became guardian of the girls. For what felt like a lifetime, Pandora longed for the day when they could return to their family home.

As the twins grew so did their differences.

Sophia loved to take time out so she could explore the opportunities and possibilities located within the moment even if this meant failing to do what was expected of her today.

Pandora liked to meticulously schedule her days so that she could be sure to complete her chores and fulfil her duties during which time she would dream of some day when she hoped to be free to realise her heart’s desire.

Not surprisingly these personality differences were a source of conflict, Pandora wished for some time to talk with Sophia but the time never seemed right.

One day their cousin Hercules exposed their dis-ease by questioning the girls about their differences. Pandora was overwhelmed with relief, thinking that now at last a time had come when she could speak openly with her sister.

She poured out all her frustration incoherently upon her sibling who responded defensively and in that posture struggled to listen to what Pandora was only now sharing.

Hercules watched the siblings deferred exchange unfold. Following a short time of silence he embraced his cousins and whispered to them both:

“I heard a sage once say, ‘moving on necessitates making time to perceive together the not yet possibilities of a shared future; some time hopes are within our reach when we embrace today empowered by friendship'”

“May you know wholly other strength to imagine some time manifest in the now.”