This World Will Go On Turning

Another week has past, the world has gone on turning. Perhaps we have all had things to keep us busy. For many, this has been an eventful week.

Here I am sharing more of my world in response to the great questions from Melanie, the creator of sparksfromacombustiblemind. Have a peek at Melanie’s original post for the questions and a whole list of other bloggers who shared their world this week:

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2019/12/09/share-your-world-12-9-19/

QUESTIONS

What is truth?.

I guess truth is really easy to see when it is contrasted with falsehood and the even more problemsome “half-truth”. Things that sound alright, but lead nowhere.

Truth is something that is reliable, consistent, correct. It is not vague and fluid. It is not a mystery, nor a riddle. It is usually quite clear, straightforward and simple.

Many today like to “make their own truth”, or decide that they think is right or wrong. Truth is not something that people decide. The thoughts of man come and they go. Their views on morals and ethics and justice change like the seasons. But truth doesn’t change like fashion.

Many an empire has fallen when lies and corruption, immorality and greediness became widespread. Truth, however, will survive.

Truth is not a matter of relativity, or perspective. We may honestly tell what we have seen, or heard – but even if we tell the truth to the best of our knowledge, it still may prove to be untrue, or false.

Yet, there is no reason to be cynical about truth. When you identify the ring of truth, keep tight hold of it. Learn to recognise truth, and shun half-truths and falsehoods. Truth brings great freedom and protects you.

Don’t be swayed by popular opinion and those who carefully couch their words to present information from an “angle”, distorting the facts to their advantage. Some may sound highly confident…however, they will be ashamed at a later date. It’s very important to remember that many have exchanged truth for lies, simply because they prefer those lies. Be shrewd.

What’s one thing people would never know about you just by looking at you?

Ooooh. I don’t know. I think there are a lot of things that are not obvious about me when you look at me.

I don’t think anyone who looked at me would have any clue that I live on between £500-£600 per month (which is remarkable in London). Nobody would know that I was a national maths competition winner when I was at high school. Nobody would know by looking at me that most of my clothes are from charity shops. Nobody would know that I have spent over 22,000 hours volunteering for charities. Nobody would know I have been the victim of a serious crime, because my smile makes people think I have only ever known deep joy.

I could go on like this for hours. The thing is…when you see someone else, there are so many things you could never tell just by looking at them. That’s why it is so important to invest time in getting to know people and discovering the amazing things that make them unique. People are amazing. Everyone you pass is likely a fascinating auto-biography. It would be a shame if you missed out on knowing their incredible story. With the vast majority of people, it is the secret person of the person that is far more remarkable than any external image the person may display. Never be quick to judge a book by it’s cover.

Do loud noises bother you?

I guess it depends what is is. I am used to loud noise. Especially when I worked for the record company and went to see lots of live music. If I was next to the speakers, my ears would be ringing for days afterwards.

When the alarm goes off on this house, or in the buildings I work in, I feel panicky. That kind of loud noise is an ordeal. Alarms can be so piercing, and so loud – especially when the house alarm goes off at three o’clock in the morning. It has done that a lot. I feel kind of traumatised by it.

If you were guaranteed the correct answer to just one question, what would you ask?

I can’t think of a question! I think I am tired this week, because my little brain is struggling with some of these questions.

So many questions have already been answered. Hmm. I guess one thing that I have been told there is not a clear answer to at the moment, is about my Annabelle Apricot. She was eleven weeks old. I guess I do wonder if there is any hope for her. It is so clear that everyone born who has died will live again. But what of those who died in the womb?

I guess it is complicated in some ways. I think it is one of those questions where I will just have to trust the Creator of life knows best. I have no doubt at all that He will do what is right.

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GRATITUDE IS AN ATTITUDE

What fills YOUR heart with joy?

How long do you have?

I love summer. Sometimes, I will go for a walk, and after hours of beholding the beauties around me, the flowers, the sky, the duckies, children playing, people laughing, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin…when I pass a grassy patch in one of London’s many gorgeous parks, I will lie in the grass and look up at the blue sky and say THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME BE HERE!!! And my heart floods with joy.

Life is so remarkable.

I love working on voluntary projects. I love the spirit of the volunteers. I love the kindness and the happiness. I love the faces of those who see the work we have done and are moved to tears. I love to see a new volunteer come onto site looking timid and lacking confidence and then gradually seeing them blossom into someone who realizes the huge contribution they can make. It brings me so much joy to see all of that.

It is a joy to see kindness. I love seeing beautiful qualities in people.

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I have to endure a whole week without my lovely Jack! I miss him already. But I am pleased for him. I am sure he will have a great time in New York. Another week will soon have passed. This world goes on turning. I might be all on my own for the next week, but after that…soon, he and I will be hand in hand again!

 

 

To Feel Your Love

I gave a few hints about how I was beginning to feel when it came to my love for a very gorgeous and wonderful man who I had been orbiting around for almost two years …before “Jack” waltzed back into my life.

I believe this is is supposed to be Pluto (an artist’s impression of). Apparently Pluto is 3,670,050,000 miles away from the center of our solar system – the sun. It is mighty cold out there. Temperatures guesstimated to reach -240 degrees celsius. No amount of thermal underwear is going to make life on Pluto much fun.

I was starting to feel like Pluto. He was at the center of my thoughts, plans, conversations, decisions, the posts on my CRUSHED CARAMEL blog site, he was at the center of my life. I was revolving around him, orbiting around him. But the distance was crippling. And I don’t just mean geographically.

I wanted to be closer to the center of his life. There were others who were rightly closer to him. Family and long-time friends, who he has been close to for years. I didn’t want to compete with anyone else for his attention. But feeling as if I was right out on the outer-rim of his life, at a colossal distance away, hardly even recognised as a planet, with a wonky orbit! That’s why I felt like Pluto.

The time I spent with him in the summer – it was pure bliss. There I was, right at the center of his life. I was in his bed every night. I was cooking, cleaning, gardening, laundering and ironing, helping with DIY projects. I bought window cleaning equipment so I could wash all of the windows in the property inside and out (after years of training from my Dad, I knew how to make those windows sparkle!) and I went shopping for things that would be useful to him, as well as more ingredients for dishes I wanted to make.

Basically – I WAS LIVING THE DREAM! Yes, I am not ashamed to admit it – I loved being the perfect housewife. I was happy from head to toe. I could not stop smiling. Except right near the end of my time with him. The tears started to trickle because I realized how deeply happy I was, and that it was soon going to be over. I didn’t want to leave him…and go back to feeling like Pluto. I wanted to be chained to the sink! I wanted to be a slave, the perfect housekeeper, whose time was occupied with anything and everything to make him happy. It was making me happy to spend my summer like that.

I tried to make sure that whether I was right beside him, or 10,100 miles away, he was never in doubt of my love for him. And I still want him to know, if ever ever ever he needed anything, I would find a way! I can’t really bake cakes for him anymore. But whether I am 10,100 or 3,670,050,000 miles away, I will do everything in my power to make him feel my love.

We are still in touch regularly. He knows all about “Jack”, he has done from the start. He has been very kind and supportive about everything. I feel as if I have a wonderful friend out there, someone I never want to be without. I am content with my place, my Pluto-like orbit, for it is so much better than not being a part of his life at all. I just wish it were possible for me to feel his love from way out here.

 

 

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