Against

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          You could push open a door as hard as you want, but it would not yield unless you rethink what you’re doing.  All it requires is for you to pull the door’s knob, not push it.  You can turn on a wheel by doing a clockwise motion, not counterclockwise.  You can repeal a law with which you do not agree, but imposing an unpopular one would bring much resistance.  Life is so much easier if we did not go against the grain, per se.  However, who thinks unfolding life is without stumps?  Going against anything … an important decision, a simple task, a thought by someone has to have merits of sort.  Examining fact and virtue of an idea or mission that goes one way or the other is always much even better not only for peace of mind, but also serenity of the spirit!   

Fences

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There are not many concepts about which I cannot and will not make a stand.  With fences, however, I straddle.  Fences that are six feet high or more are not so neighborly.  They scream, “Keep out!”  Tall, fences, those made of concrete cement blocks and solid wood, are the worst.  They seem to hide something sinister or they selfishly brandish, “private property”.  One reason to dislike these types of fences is that they block viewing the great landscape of verdant green meadows.  Another reason to dislike them is their unfriendly impact on the psyche.  They make the mind concoct deceptive and forbidden activities.  I understand fences’ necessity and presence.  After all, I have fencing in my backyard so that my dogs are able to play and run freely for exercise.  They also protect my dogs from attacking intruders.  I understand fences’ purpose to designate and identify property borders.  I understand decorative fences that welcome neighbors and friends.  Still, I don’t like them because they divide up lands that certainly could lead to paths of endless friendship, exploration, and travel!

Angst

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Unease of the heart, (mind?) … comes and goes.  Nothing seems to stop it.  Not even a believer’s faith promise could hold it.  Why does the mind/heart fret over the littlest of instances?  Could it be in fear always of consequences that quiet indecisions and noisy actions take? 

I couldn’t justify worrying.  I couldn’t defend distressing.  It is always there in the back of my mind, and at the center of my heart.  It is deeply embedded in the smallest fiber of my being.  It cozily resides and lulls itself in the innermost recesses of my soul, and pulls it out just in time for that one brewing tiny or huge event’s resolve to unfold. 

Uggghhhh!

Keepers

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Intentionally or accidentally, neighbors do visit with neighbors.  From such visitations, relationships bud and sometimes positively blossom. Though such relationships sometimes get sealed, commitments or involvements of any types do not oftentimes become seriously deep.  That though is what appears on the surface.  Watch and wait for neighborliness to really unfold.  If something truly “neighborly” were meant to happen, that something would!  How does one act upon a neighbor’s uncovered survival need, a life-threatening situation, a life-changing circumstance?  Two reactions: either one responds or ignores it.   We can even debate for long the question, “Are we our neighbors’ keepers?”  Ponder that!

Spin-a-pain!

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My head begins to faintly spin.  Next, a throbbing pain builds up at my nape.  Soon it gets full blown and travels slowly, but surely from back to front of my head. I get nauseous, but I hold on.  I search with one hand for a relief bottle among the many bottles of pain relievers lodged in a drawer by my bed.  I spot one, open it frantically, and get one pill to my mouth.  I slump my head into a pillow and stay in it.  In minutes, the pain subsides.  A terrible headache attack is no picnic!

Click!

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One squirrel, two squirrels, three, and then four, come tiptoeing out on the porch.  The first one checks the perimeter.  Stealthily, it moves a step or two to the spread out seeds.  “All clear!” it hollers to others crowding the porch steps.  They don’t know of the hidden bait that waits.  Sunflower seeds will bring the playful critters close to my window, and I shall have the front seat to watch and preserve their visit.  Click!

SpringFling

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    Spring is four days old, but winter weather would not relent.  Not even the sun’s warmth could melt it.  Soon, the skies darken a good heavy gray.  Before anyone could protect young plants anxious to bloom and stretch, snow, for the seventh time, falls and covers them up.  I wonder if the already budding and sprouting daffodils would survive.  I have little hope that tree buds will hold on.   It is always a wait and see with creation!