When You Run, Hiding is Difficult

Sometimes, you wake up thinking - hey, it would be good to.. er.em.... no, no! I think I need to go away for awhile, and then you ask - what at all for? You question yourself , are you or is your system on overload or underload? And you go on to ask yourself again, what kind of question is that? Of course it could be either case.. but you know what?, it could be, just as my friend said today, one of those grey days when you just get back home after a trip outside to bring bread home for the table – ahem! very frustrated…you got hoodwinked there, didn’t you?

And what do you do to get out of that unprotective coat of frustration? Perhaps take a nap, perhaps regroup your senses, perhaps pull out you pocket book to look for that long awaited favour you are owed, perhaps vent your anger on the next thing or person who ventures near you, perhaps close the door and just cry silently but with full tears as bonus?

I tell you what! You could be underloaded. It could even be one of those grey days. It could even be one long story that you cant really share! But yes, like some one said today, it could even be one of those times or seasons where things just don't seem to be working out...

Who cares! Who cares? Yes, who cares!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!.. Just get out from the dark room, save yourself the agony of the lack of human photosynthesis, enter the bright lights of joy and get yourself to squeeze a nice soft membrane. Its even better if it comes on a Saturday and you can look forward to a night or day on the town. In moderation of course..!!

Be sure to come back clean as a clean and shining trombone. Make that a pipe organ – melodious, to the ear, pleasing to the mind and attractive to the discerning. The chords of music sends a whisper of refreshing calmness to you in your depair and you feel the pull to serve a nation in all the melee..

Just the other day, when I was hearing about this downtrod of a situation, I found that on the side was this smooth head talkative – not exactly clean shaven, not remote controlled but squeezy and thoughtful in all respects and with a forehead that is so shiny that when greased will slide through the barriers with the slickness of a slither walking with his cousin who is more often clean shaven and what a blabber or cacophony of noise they were making.. well, that is why the issue of Pertinence & Relevance comes of as necessary.

I just got a hats-off from a buddy. Whatever that means. Well to me, I have a small reaction because it only means that every day that time passes, a hat can be doffed for the successful pass through.. it also means that once you have a hat, you either must wear it to keep your forehead in the shade and protect it from the vagaries of the harsh environment that is constantly polluted by the white-wash brains of the unwise and the wicked. But I know that for those who care, what we see or what we will see are the fruits of our labour. does that make sense?

Just like compost comes out of rubbish... we can choose to have fermented or composted soil spread on the ground and what you can see is the germination of seeds in an unprecedented manner ..and of course like the wise saying in the great Book says, some will sow wide, some will sow well and some will just be eaten up before they are sown.

So I ask…. After all,.what is an inspiration without perspiration? That is why you must know that running means sweating and sweating means palpitation and palpitation means the heaving chest and the heaving chest means the wheezing sound of your head and the wheezing sound means you can't stay behind the curtain… so why hide?

cheers