Well I think the back and hip… And shin, oh my… Are on the mend. This week I did a half hour walk that ended with an evening of some tired muscles… But no real pain anyway. Garden work and some vacuuming on the weekend felt fine too. Though some tightness comes back after the jobs are done. Some of that aren’t even in the areas that were hurt in the first place. I suppose it’s little used muscles over the last three to four weeks, creaking back into action.
Not sure how much more Facebook I can handle. I guess it’s for me to control. Nobody puts a gun to my head to check on my friends status updates. But it’s turning into an abrupt mix of emotions. In a two minute sweep you’re bombarded with…
selfie, selfie, advertisement, selfie, kitten video, worthy cause, tragic news, selfie, lunatic “news” item, puppy video, racism, selfie, advertisement, worthy cause, selfie, mental instability, and “aw, that’s nice” Picture of a long missed friend.
Basically, just as you’re about ready to pack it in, there’s something great that pops up on the screen. So, apparently, Facebook is like golf. You can be going through a horrible round of it, be just about ready to pack it in forever, and then nail a perfect drive down the middle of a beautiful fairway as a golden sun shines down upon you on a cloudless summer day.
With that, this week, my mind has been running over things.
What’s Green?
I’m often left wondering
How others see our world
We agree on that which is green
But is the green I see the same as theirs?
Shades may vary
Brilliance may be faded
And values of the greenness may vary
Treasured by one
Ignored by another.
One sees the forest as haven
A place for worship and peace
Another sees food source
Scene for the blood to spill
Perhaps wasted space
Ready to be turned to pasture
There to be built
Manufactured
Sacrificed for an economy
Quiet can be paradise for some
A place of being
To recharge and meditate
But it can be hell for others
Leaving them with thoughts
As they desperately search
Looking for the distraction of sound
Anything to keep them from within their head
A leader may be fiendish
Corrupted and power hungry
Trying to steal everything you find dear
Dictator
Or that leader could be hero
Brave and fearless
Ready to bring change
To those so desperately in need
Mediator
Terrorist versus freedom fighter?
Only perspective knows
Religion of peace and love
Or bringer of oppression and torment
Music is there to enliven
Energize and stimulate
Bringing thousands together as one
But it is also a poetry
Capturing moments in time
And bringing quiet cold shivers
In darkened rooms
Immersed in sound
Perhaps work is life
Bringing all meaning
As one does what they’re meant to do
Or it could be a means to an end
Payer of bills
While you bide your time
For what really counts
We view our world as obvious
Of course it must be this way
It’s plain for all to see
Or
We view our world as mystery
Unsure if anything is real
Or wondering if it's just all too profound to know
And we’re all in it together
Those needing weapons to protect from governments
Those keeping arms to protect from strangers
Those to feed their families
Collectors
Those not wanting but willing to trust the trustworthy with such things
And those demanding governments to protect us from those wishing to arm
Some are seen too certain
Sure what must be done
Rushing in without thought of consequence
Others are thought hesitant
Head sand buriers
Too willing to negotiate
Society is a soup of all this
Some being content in the broth
As it simmers through time
With a pinch of this
And a dash of that
Changing the flavour ever so slightly
And even though others grow weary of soup
Want to dump the pot out
Start fresh
Or demand to stick to that recipe
The one that brings them comfort
On a rainy, stormy day
Success in life will be
If the experimenters win
And convince all the rest of us
That soup is a pretty good meal
And if one likes it best
With a pinch of this
Maybe we’re better off trying it
Cause it sure beats starving around a dumped pot
Or clamouring over
That lid slammed tight.
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