All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
Ah the Beatles not to date myself
I remember their debut singing on the Ed Sullivan show
They kind of shocked me with their performance
Funny I can still remember that
I can have so many memories both good and bad
My memories can have a direct effect on my emotions and actions.
If I am feeling lonely do I consider
being with myself can be an amazing thing if
I can find peace and joy in the stillness of being alone.
Even if it isn’t quiet can I be in the quiet
All the lonely people
I am drawn to where the past lingers on, like Sturbridge Village Museum in Massachusetts, where people dress up in yesteryear clothes and character. It is truly amazing how these people fit their parts so well, as if being transported back 300 years.
Seeing the farmer in a long coat shepherding a flock of sheep thru the village green.
Seeing the potter casually spinning a clay pot.
Seeing the tinker making a lantern of tin or a candleholder of pewter.
Seeing how they cook in a hearth with an open fragrant log fire.
Musical beginning of Claire de Lune performed by and courtesy of Amber Short - https://www.ambershort.us/media/music/piano/Claire_de_Lune.wav
I’ve found that “Claire de Lune” has a very healing sound. I use muscle testing, also known as kinesiology, to test on a scale of 1 to 10 the power of healing for a particular piece of music.
The instrument doesn’t matter. It is the underlying music that presents this healing quality.
You’re staying home.
You’re washing hands.
You’re drinking water.
Are you still anxious?
Do you realize the entire world is now focusing single-pointedly on well-being?
Everyone in their own way.
Vast numbers, hidden, like stars in the sky in the daylight.
The doctors and nurses and researchers in their way.
The caregivers in their way.
The people of all religions in their way.
The light-workers in their way.
The world is stopped, on pause, from its frenetic pace.
Perhaps people, the earth, and our busy-ness need a rest.
The roads are empty.
Perhaps people see better “nearsighted” now and then.
People look for groceries and food.
Perhaps people appreciate better the abundance we took for granted.
People’s daily routines are all “off-kilter” and disrupted.
Perhaps the habits were also a box that now is not.
Can you sit in the middle of the whirlwind and just tune it all out?
The corporate greed, the corruption, the dog eat dog part of the world.
And see a gentler, kinder place. An “all-rightness” and “goodness” that follows you, envelopes you and those you hold dear.
As if an easy path opens because you choose it to be so. I do this. I can do it. Anything is possible.
Do you recognize that sound?
Can you hear it?
The sounds of nature
There all around us
Can you figure it out?
It’s like life
Can you figure it out at times?
When you don’t understand
Can you trust?
Do you have faith?
Do you have the faith enough to know all is well?
To embrace each day, the gift of your life
To find the joy, happiness and the peace in solitude
Or out there amongst others
I hope you can hear the sound and recognize it
It’s all around us all the time
One of my earliest memories is playing in a sandbox with my brother. It had a striped awning, green and white.
The sand feels so cool, and has an unusually pleasant sensation. It’s similar to putting your hand into a bin of dried corn kernels, or sunflower seeds, or birdseed.
It feels like it is alive in some way, this easy ability to reshape as you move your hands or your feet through it. And it pours, like water.
Did you ever want to go beyond what technology offers?
Way beyond what governments offer?
Way beyond what art or entertainment offer?
To live beyond the horizon of now.
I really like the idea of the outer limits.
A place in the unknown that has discovery everywhere.
Yes, it’s like being a child again – seeing what is in the world – this place and time I find myself in.
Plato believed that everything already exists – every idea, every work of art, every everything – and that we only need to discover it, find it, uncover it.
I am on the beach.
The sand feels warm and inviting on my feet.
I love the “swish, swish” of the waves.
The pebbles are tumbled, soft clear white.
The seashells call to me to look at them.
A child is making a sand castle, with a red, metal pale.
Another child is blowing bubbles.
A single bubble floats by me.
I am happy.
I see myself in the bubble, happy, along with this whole beach, sky, and ocean, in that little bubble.
It floats away to carry my happiness beyond me.