The Job

Years ago I took a job as a secretary, replacing two very sloppy people.  I organized the office, and my bosses - I had 5 of them, were upset when I threw out the used paper lunch bag collection.  It took me weeks to do that, throwing out about 10 to 15 bags a day until it became noticeable.  I honestly cannot understand how some people can be so slovenly.  But I digress.

I used to wonder how I would ever get so much work done.  It seemed to come in endlessly.  My bosses were mean and one of them was a drunk.  So was my ex-husband.  Mean and drunk.  So I moved on.

My new job I had the same issue.  Endless work and tasks, projects.  How would I ever organize this?  I remarried and we raised a son.  During this time I was commuting 4 hours a day.  But I got it all done, and now he’s a fine young man.

Over time, pretty quickly actually, I became the manager In the office, and after 30 years the work was done.

So I retired.  But after writing a few books, I found new work and soon became a senior manager.  Everyone else does the work now.  My job is to make sure it gets done.

I have my life organized.

So now I’m sitting here wondering, what will I do?

I used to have a wealth of things to do, and no time.

Now I have time, and I space out my tasks to stave off boredom.  With the coronavirus, we cannot really go out and do anything.  It leaves plenty of time on the hands to think, unless one wants to dissolve into the tv, or the phone or laptop.

I’ve always been a doer, and a thinker.

I always had a goal.  That’s why.

Now I still have desires, but don’t see a way to make them reality.

So I’m treading water.  Waiting for time to pass.

What miracle will life bring to me next?

What’s keeping you busy?

Will I be the same person when this lockdown ends, or will I pick up a new skill, a new goal, or a new facet to my persona.

What to do with all this time?

Love is Blind

You go in expecting nothing.
When suddenly this man you’ve made friends with plants a big kiss on you.
He wants to be more than friends.

You didn’t see it coming.
You were oblivious to his attraction.
You decide you like the idea.

He’s smart you find out.
He’s everything you could want honest and kind.
He’s smoldering hot, but he’s smoldering scary.

He’s passionate and gentle.
He’s that way because you like it.
He wants you and you get in too deep.

One day you realize he’s not letting you in.
He doesn’t tell you about himself, his family or answer questions.
One day he really hurts your feelings.

Your heart breaks and you let him go.
You forget him because he’s not that into you.
Until you see him again.

He’s angry, passionately angry.
You realize you broke his heart.
You threw away what was real.

Love is blind.
He still looks for you, but you are gone.
If only you’d open your eyes.

The Angel

Many strange things have happened to me.

But I don’t remember ever being visited by an Angel.

Not even in my dreams.

But there she was!

Stunning!

Spectacular!

At least 9 feet tall, and made of clouds.

I heard her voice like singing in my ears and in my mind.

Everyone was speaking and no one heard her but me.

Where is the voice?!

Someone is speaking! Don’t you hear it!

My brothers were there but they did not hear.

I cut through them and saw her towering above them, majestic and beautiful.

I was in awe.  She held my hands.

I knew she was leaving.

I adore you.  She told me.

Must you leave? I implored.

I adore you she replied and her face began to melt into a cloud.

Enigmatic

The E words

Enigmatic
Empathy
Enigma

Different meanings, but all pertain to how we relate to others.

Are we a mystery to them, hidden in our secrets?

Do we care for them and make them feel better?

Do we attract them to ourselves like honey to flies?

What we are inside reflects how we are seen.

Who has more friends, the enigmatic, the empath or the enigma?

Which of them is a better friend?

Which one attracts you?

Do you value a personal relationship, or do you fall for shallow charms? Some enigmas might just need an empath to find a friend, for they are unreadable to others.

Which are you?

Cat

Truth is Forever

We look to celebrate Christmas in a few weeks.  Many people know that the date is originally a pagan holiday.  Not knowing the true birth date of Christ, the birth date of Baal was adopted as it was already a familiar holiday. Or so I’ve read.

Many people think that was the actual birthday of Jesus Christ.  Others claim the entire story is fiction.  Some scholars propose that the character Jesus of the gospels is a composite character of several enigmatic men of the time.

One enigmatic speaker claimed most of the holy texts are provided to us by a hierarchy of higher-conscious beings.  The purpose of these characters or archetypes is to stimulate spiritual growth and heightened consciousness.

Our physicists and some mystics proclaim that all manifested creation is an elaborate illusion.

What matters then, how we define the reality of Jesus?  What is real.

‘Heaven and earth will pass away but my words will never pass away.’

God is changeless, timeless they say.  Time is not a constant Einstein says.

That which is, was, will always be is Truth.

What of this enigmatic man who came to us in a relative reality, and spoke Truth?

Clearly he understood Truth.

What was Christ’s birthday but the day Jesus knew the Truth.  We can celebrate it every day.

The Good Samaritan II

I realized something interesting.

I’ve known for years that reading the holy books can create a vibration.  It starts in the brain, and affects one’s outlook.  Such a small change can affect the direction of one’s life and create change in others.  It can move mountains.

Today I read a news article about a man who was acquitted of helping illegal immigrants.  He had been leaving water in the desert for them so they would not die.  The government prosecuted him and he faced the possibility of 10 years in jail.

Then I read the comments.  Usually the comments are very disheartening, but today they were more balanced, thoughtful.

Reading the comments. I find some I don’t totally agree with but they make me feel better, energized, compassionate.  Then there are a few that strip away that good feeling and leave me angry.  That’s a really good way to tell who walks in the ways of Christ and as in this case the Good Samaritan won ❤️

There is hope out there 🌈

Moving Time

Why are we sometimes stuck in a rut?

We’re spinning our wheels, running hard and getting nowhere new.

Just keepin’ on keepin’ on.

We wanted to be here and now we want more.

What is here that keeps us?

If we really had to, we could be gone in a flash!

But we won’t let go.

It’s indecision that stops time.

Change is the true mark of time.

Change is the doorway that marks the entrance to a different era.

Our memory works that way.  Each doorway marks a new recording session.

How long have you looked at these four walls?

Let your mind wander and see where it goes.