The Vision That Burns Within

Have you ever found yourself laughing at the goals and ambitions of mere men and women who are trying to achieve “success” through their business? I think I particularly find myself scorning the corporate world for their lofty ideas.

Frequently my ideals clash with theirs. Frankly, the vision I have for a clean beautiful earth – it simply does not include industry on that scale. I yearn for a time we can reconnect with and learn about our incredible planet and it’s wondrous eco-systems.

The way of life this economic system has developed is nothing compared to the dreams creation inspired within me. The vision of a global paradise earth, thriving with life, is one that burns within my heart.

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Welcome Back!

I was watching a news report this morning. The reporter expressed in a concerned tone that city centres are like ghost towns.

When I was a little girl, my school teacher would read stories from a big golden book with vivid colourful pictures. One of the stories was about a man named Nimrod who wanted to be famous and powerful. I remember learning about how Nimrod tried to go against the Creator’s purpose. He wanted to gather people into a city and build. Build build build a tower so tall it would reach the heavens. What had our Creator said? “Fill the earth.”

Humans were supposed to spread out, extending the paradise conditions within the garden of Eden over the whole globe. Nimrod had different ideas. He was a mighty hunter, in opposition to our Creator. Nimrod wanted power. He wanted glory. He was not interested in our Creator’s purpose. He had his own agenda.

How did our Creator thwart the goals of that glory hunter? He confused the thinking patterns of people so they started to speak in different languages. They could not understand each other. What did they do? They spread out.

No matter what any individual human or an organisation might be aiming for, whether that is colossal wealth, fame, power, influence, our Creator is still awaiting the day when humans will fulfil the assignment they were given – fill this beautiful earth, make all of it a paradise, care for it and all its creatures.

Spreading out seems like a very sensible idea at the moment. I can think of so many reasons why we should be more concerned with our Creator’s original assignment for humans than the crumbling of a political economic system that is not working toward our assignment to make this earth a paradise.

One thing that is clear from the record, our Creator’s purpose will not fail. This earth will be the beautiful home He designed it to be.

Would you like to be assigned an area of land? Would you enjoy the assignment of cultivating the ground and growing crops? Would you like to build a home for you and your family? Would you like to know your neighbours and work along with them, helping to gather crops in at harvest time? Would you like to see a clean earth? A healthy happy human family? Thriving creatures?

I know it may be frightening to see more and more cracks appearing in a corrupt system built on a foundation of oppression and profit before all else. I know that it might be frightening when people are angry. I know people have questions:

• what happens if I lose my job or my business?
• how will I feed my family?
• how will I pay the rent or my mortgage?
• how will I get my medicine?
• what if I lose my home?

The finishing line is very close. After the scary storm that is forecast, their will come relief. I have read the book many times, and the end is the best part. Life will be better than anyone has been able to even imagine. The human family healing from all the pain, all the tears, all the grief since Adam chose to reject his Creator’s guidance, since men like Nimrod tried to thwart our Creator’s purpose and since our Creator promised:

“…just as the rain and the snow pour down from heaven and do not return there until they saturate the earth, making it produce and sprout, Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,

So my word that goes out of my mouth will be. It will not return to me without results, But it will certainly accomplish whatever is my delight, And it will have sure success in what I send it to do…”

Once the earth is a paradise, what happens next? The resurrection. That is a day I have been longing for. I have a list in my heart of the people that I have missed since they closed their eyes and ceased to breath. I long for them to wake up to see that the earth is so much cleaner than they remember it. I cannot wait to hold them in my arms as I say “Welcome back!”

I Want To Live Forever

I am back at work today. Jack went home yesterday. There is a limit to how many vegan Magnum ice-creams you can eat without feeling sick. But there is no limit to how much enjoyment I gain from my home…your home too.

I don’t understand why anyone thinks that living forever would be boring? Are you kidding me! Once wickedness and injustice and corruption have been removed…I am going to start to live – I mean really live!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your Dreams Are My Dreams

I know you. I know what is in your heart.

I may have never met you, but I know that before you ever took your first breath there was something planted deep within you. I know what your treasured desires are. I know what you were designed for. I know exactly where you would thrive.

I know that one day…you will have the chance to see all that you hold dear become a reality. You see…you and I…we are family. We share the same dreams. You and I, and he and she, and them over there…if we start working together and learning from each other – we will live to see our dreams come true!!

I also know that right now, there are worries that oppress you. I know that the reminders that there are injustices, suffering, pollution and cruelty on a scale never ever seen before sometimes make you feel that those dreams of yours will never come true. But they will. They will because the person who planted those dreams in you, shares your dreams. Soon…not long now…those dreams will become reality!

Promises Longed For

Since I was a child, I have read promises of paradise, humans and animals dwelling in peace. A world without fear, disease or war. A world without pain, death and grief.

I long to see those words become reality. They’re no fantasy.

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This was my response to the 42-word writing prompt hosted by Deb Whittam, the creator of Twenty Four:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/07/26/42-words-10/

Why I Love My Early Bedtimes

My favourite time of day is bed time. My early bedtimes are becoming special. After a long day at work, I eat, shower and then slip between the covers. Then I let myself dream.

I allow my mind to wander over all things wonderful. I often begin by walking through a garden, a very pretty garden that opens up onto a stunning view of picturesque landscape.

I see my family and friends and others who I don’t know. But they are all smiling and glowing with good health. They are all busy. Picking fruit from the orchard or carving out wooden furniture. They are all busy, but clearly enjoying their work.

I see the sun’s rays dance on the surface of the lake. There are children swimming in the water squealing in delight as tiny fish swim through their fingers.

I see my great-grandmother Sarah. She died before I was ever born. But I heard stories of her when I was a little girl. She was brought back to life forty years after the end of the old system and the beginning of the new. It has been wonderful to get to know her. I will never forget my grandmother’s face when she welcomed back her mother.

My dreams before bedtime are the most wonderful part of each day. I fall asleep with my mind and heart at peace in the knowledge that all of the damage will be undone. I dream of all the wonderful scenes that will take place in our future. Our Creator cares for you and I more than we could ever imagine. All the damage will be undone. Our dreams of a happy healthy life for us and all our loved ones will come true. Our dreams of paradise will be a reality.

Good night…xx

The Home Of My Dreams

It’s perfect! I think I found the home of my dreams. A simple house in a beautiful location!

I might be away a lot…working on the international restoration work (…you know, after this corrupt system of things is dissolved…) but, I reckon that when I am away, other people who are passing through could drop in and stay for a while.

Everytime one pocket of earth is restored to paradise, I will look forward to heading back to my own little patch of paradise. My simple home in an inspirational setting. I might learn to drawer and paint at last. I might learn to play the harp and compose music to reflect how I feel.

I am looking forward to the rest of my life…life without tears and pain!

Perfect Day

I am not ready to stop reliving one of the most beautiful days of my life. It’s almost two years since Goldfinch took me for a magical day out into the countryside. I wish I could have that day over and over again. It was perfect. I wrote the following after that favourite of days with Goldfinch:

I am quite sure that I have dreamed of a day like yesterday… only the reality was wonderfully better than any fantasy.  You made it better! I now understand the word perfect.

What are the chances?  Both of us with a day free, the weather absolutely glorious.  Late spring – a trillion leaves glowing with life, still fresh, verdant, lush.  The bluest of blue skies.  Greens of all shades singing out in joy as they are bathed with golden sunshine.  Blossoms and flowers of every conceivable hue of pink and purple.

Birds in jubilant chorus.  Lullaby trickle of a stream that can’t be seen but must be close.  An occasional rippling rustle as a kind breeze freshens everything under the sun.  There was a hum, a rhythmic hum of life invigorated by the rays of the sun.

Who would not enjoy a picnic in a conveniently isolated and idyllic location?  The day could not have really failed to please.  You picked a little pocket of paradise. But it was you who made it true paradise.  Do you realize you just gave me the most perfect day of my life? A day I will long to repeat a thousand times. As your strong yet gentle hand clung to mine, waves of celebration burst into my heart.  I would have skipped like the five year old me.

Finding the perfect spot dappled with shade near to the small pond.  Six goslings, with adult geese watching over them, curious about our arrival.  We laid your fleecy blanket down and I set out a picnic feast, probably enough to feed half of a rugby team.  It was delightful to see you enjoying everything I had made.  Being able to show love to you and seeing you enjoy my love is making life sweeter than I’ve ever known.

After we were both full, relaxing with the knowledge we had many blissful hours ahead.  Feeling your embrace, the many times you squeezed me again as if to make sure I was truly in your arms.  Your soft kisses on every part of my face. I’d be happy to be lost in your arms forever.

I could love you forever Goldfinch…

If you would let me…

 

 

 

 

 

In Search Of The Best Daisies

When I saw Teresa’s writing prompt today, I wondered what realistic fiction meant. I think my fictional stories do perhaps veer towards realistic settings. I am not great with dragons and unicrons and the like.

Your challenge today, should you accept it, is to explore your creative but not fantastical side and write your best Realistic Fiction tale and see where it leads…or whatever/wherever the picture takes you.

https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2020/01/27/daily-writing-prompt-27/

This little realistic fictional account is very much inspired by the photo Teresa gave us.

Olivia and Saffron walked together towards the edge of the hill, for it was at the edge of the hill where all the best daisies grew. They had no idea of the distress their anxious parents would experience, when it was noticed that the two little girls were missing.

It was Diana, who first raised the alarm that her daughter Olivia was missing. After the service was over, Diana chatted to other members of the congregation, catching up on the friendly gossip that was passed on freely by other church-goers. It must have been a good half an hour before she was ready to head home to feed her small tribe of children.

There was no sight of her youngest daughter anywhere. None of Olivia’s older siblings could remember seeing her since the end of the service. While rushing around asking their friends, she realized that Dwayne and Felicia were equally anxious about their young daughter Saffron. They said they had not seen Saffron since she had gone to find Olivia after the service.

The pastor was alerted to the disappearance of the two young girls and quickly appealed for an organized search. Everyone who was lingering at the church was eager to help. Parties of parents spread out in all directions calling out the names of the two missing children. “Olivia! Saffron!” was heard echoing around the streets and parkland near to the church.

It was a whole hour before a young man named Alec came running back to tell the pastor that the two little girls had been found, and that they were being walked back to the church by his wife.

Diana, Dwayne and Felicia were relieved to see the little girls. Diana knelt down to embrace her beloved little girl. With tears streaming from her eyes, she cried, “I was so worried about you Olivia. Where did you go honey?”

Olivia seemed surprised that her mother was making such a fuss, “Saffron took me to find the best daisies. We wanted to make daisy chains.” She proudly held up her floral creation, patiently strung together during the last hour.

“Oh honey, you mustn’t wander away like that without asking me. It’s too dangerous.”

Olivia’s face expressed her confusion, “It’s just daisies momma!” she objected.

Diana looked at Dwayne and Felicia. The three parent spoke together quietly. After discussing what had happened, they sat down with Olivia and Saffron. Dwayne began to try to explain their concerns.

“Girls, it’s so lovely that you wanted to make daisy chains. But you must never wander away to where we can’t see you. We don’t want to lose you. Do you understand?”

“But poppa, we wasn’t lost!” declared Saffron, “We knew the way back here.”

Felicia tried to reason with Saffron and her little friend Olivia, “We just want you to be safe. We want you to be happy playing together and to enjoy the beautiful flowers, but we have to be realistic. There are some people out there who do bad things. It’s our responsibility to keep you safe. So when you want to go somewhere, you must ask one of your parents. You are too little to wander off alone.”

Olivia and Saffron sat with their faces blank. Olivia whimpered “But momma, you were talking to Aunty. I didn’t want to be rude when you was talking.”

Diana appealed to her daughter, “Honey, it’s really important that you remember this. It isn’t safe for you to wander away without me knowing. Do you understand why?”

Olivia shook her head. Saffron shrugged her shoulders, “We wasn’t doing nothing dangerous.”

Felicia responded, “Oh sweetie, I don’t want you to be afraid either. But you need to understand why we are so worried about you. There are some people who try to steal children. We want to keep you safe. So we need to know where you are. We need to make sure that nobody harms you.”

Saffron suddenly sat up, “Like they said at school. Some people might want to show us a puppy or give us sweets. We have to shout no! And scream really loud.”

“That’s right Saffron. It’s our job to look after you and keep you safe. We don’t want anyone to trick you or take you away from us. So from now on, we want you to promise that you won’t wander off without us. Always ask first before you go somewhere else to play,” requested her father.

The two little girls were holding hands as they skipped along towards the car park.

“It’s really sad when you think about it. They are so innocent and full of dreams. It’s such a shame we have to warn them of all the dangers out there,” lamented Diana.

Dwayne sighed, “We have to be realistic though. These are dark times. There are some very sick and twisted people out there.”

Felicia was thinking about everything that had happened, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to bring our children up in a world where there is no one who would commit such evil acts! I would love for the girls to grow up without fear. Like that passage the pastor read from today:

The wolf will reside for a while with the lamb, and with the young goat the leopard will lie down. The calf and the lion and the fattened animal will all be together. And a little boy will lead them.

The cow and the bear will feed together, and their young will lie down together. The lion will eat straw like the bull.

The nursing child will play over the lair of a cobra, And a weaned child will put his hand over the den of a poisonous snake.

They will not cause any harm or any ruin in all my holy mountain, because the earth will certainly be filled with the knowledge of our Creator as the waters cover the sea.”

Wonderful Wisteria

Whenever I leave my sweet little abode I am greeted by this view.

It is so so pretty.   As soon as I lock up my front door I turn and there it is, next door’s wisteria.  My heart lifts with the prettiness I encounter.  I think I have the best view of it and am able to enjoy it more than they are!  I can sit in the little courtyard outside my kitchen, reading a book and enjoying the sunshine and every time I look up, there it is.  Such a pretty view.

One of my friends came round and did not share my enthusiasm.  He said wisteria is a hay-fever sufferer’s worst nightmare!  Poor guy.  I don’t send many men away from my flat with their eyes streaming with tears – honestly!  He was almost choking on whatever was aggravating his airways. I keep some anti-histamines in the cupboard now, just in case any of my friends/visitors have an allergic reaction to the beautiful flowers outside my little abode.

I felt very sorry for him that day.  The scent from the wisteria is absolutely divine!  I think that is the aroma that I breathe in every time I come in and out of my flat.

There are also two huge camellia bushes either side of the gate that I come through.  It might be them.  Or perhaps a combination of these intoxicating perfumes.  I have no idea what makes up the delightfully sweet fragrance that blesses me, but it is sheer paradise.  I almost feel proud bringing friends through the exquisite aromas that lead to my front door.

When I walk in and out of my little abode there are beautiful pink petals all over the drive-way – it feels as if I am on my way to make my marriage vows.

I love May.  Summer is ahead.  I love summer.  But in May everything is still fresh and lush.  The colours in May are extraordinary.  So many stunning flowers and the fruit trees all laden with blossom.  The little pocket I live in is blessed with pretty gardens and many many trees.  In fact, I can walk five minutes and then arrive at woodland which leads onto one of London’s larger parks.

I have no idea what I am still doing indoors telling you about this.  It is a lovely sunny day.  I am going to put my walking shoes on and head out to soak it all up.

via Redolent — Word of the Day Challenge