Tuesday, June 24, 2014

My Last Day

For the past two years I have been working a part time job at Kmart (not Kmarts as some believe it to be called).  It  has been a neat experience working with people from some geographic, social economic, and areas of interest that I usually do not interact with. I have found that although many people are obnoxious, selfish, annoying, crude, and close minded; people are to be loved- i think maybe even liked. Sometimes it isn't enough to love people and act like you do not like them; to many being liked is just as important; being listened to, agreed with, empathized with, and struggling through some type of hardship together is how they view love.

Over these two years I have grown to like many of the people who are employed at Kmart. It gave me another perspective on people (my last experience in retail was in 1999). In honor of this perspective I am offering my Poetry book for free on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday this week. Hopefully, someone will find something in there to relate to, to give them hope, and even help.

Get it at the link below.


Poems From a Helper

Thursday, June 12, 2014

It saddens me

Well, it is dark out and it is mid day. It is steadily raining and the roof near my window makes each drop have its own distinct splash. The darkness and rain are making a cool breeze pass through the window. My computer is playing a youtube playlist of Lydia (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O9vPPDvbT0&index=10&list=PLMq1i7XtOvZ5E_yJx8nWHTZWCIx2KyIXK; and of course I am blogging.

Last night I had a dream, that I was mostly doing normal things: walking around the house, walking around outside, talking to the sheep and goats,  Occasionally in my dream I would sit cross legged (what we used to refer to as Indian style). Except I wouldn't sit on the ground, in this particular dream, I sat cross legged to fly. It created a sense of lightness-like a floating sensation, obviously. But there was a greater sense; I was consciously choosing by a slight physical action, to defy the very forces of nature, the force of nature that holds each of us down at a specific rate; none of us float of our own will. In my dream, however I did. It was both very freeing and very empowering; not to mention fun.

Now at some point today, I realized that it was indeed just a dream. I had a sense, in the awake world, that I wasn't feeling particular free or empowered(of course I know in my head I am both); I was, in fact, in a store stocking shelves with candy when this realization hit me. It didn't particularly bring a happy feeling. It saddened me actually. While I was deep in thought, I stopped stocking for a moment and went to the bathroom. I flushed the silvery handle and water came into the bowl, and water came into the bowl, and water came into the bowl. Regardless of what I did to the handle or the other mechanisms, water came into the the bowl, onto the floor, and down into the drain in the floor. It was really a striking parallel to what I had just realized in my dream versus reality thought process.

I haven't quite shaken this feeling thought process, but the following quote I read today has helped.

"My blessing is this. I know a God who gives hope to the hopeless. I know a God who loves the unlovable. I know a God who comforts the sorrowful. And I know a God who has planted this same power within me. Within all of us."