How to save a heart

Peace by day
The beast unleashes itself at midnight
Screaming obscenities
Hurling objects
She not he
A recurring pattern, fuelled

A baby cat, like a child
In amongst all that, cowering
Be careful what you teach your children
About relationships
Or they will grow up
Shouting abuse in the middle of the night

Kind and loving words save hearts

Gatherings

Back room conversations, hot gossip in the kitchen.  Everyone wants to be there, hanging out of an open door, smoking and listening at the same time. Multi-tasking, but not like the cooks.

Hangovers from the Eve outings the night before. Grinding of teeth round the table. Ungraciousness about table manners. Always in a foul mood when sober. Best kept topped-up.

Other families’ stuff, other couple’s stuff. Glancing round the room, hearing the sub context. Knowing who’s revealed an affair, who knocked some one out in a drunken rage, who needs a women’s refuge.

The years pass, people depart, couples split up, some put and shut up. Kids grow  and leave. Slowly there’s a movement to just you or just you two. Your memories are all good, bad and ugly. You wonder if new ones will come and they do. They are the same. The same scenarios of drunkenness, volatile tempers, pathos, comedy, tragedy. Love, not love.

Life’s a play. But I’ve done with rehearsing for the same one. And with that comes more loss. Loneliness is being in a room full of people, or in a relationship where love is rarely expressed, a friendship that goes round in circles, one you have grown out of. Loneliness is being there the day after and soaking up the aftermath.

In life be brave about decisions, about gatherings, people, and mostly about yourself.

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Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. – C. G. Jung

Hate begets hate. Love begets love. Said someone. It’s hard to love something you perceive as deserving of hate. It’s hard to love someone who is full of hatred. But when you see it and hear it, you can at least have a conversation. When it is covert, less so.

An old friend of mine says disarm people with kindness. Digging deep in order to be kind to those who spread hate is a conflict inside my head. I’d rather be kind to those at the receiving end of all the negativity abounding right now. Jo was a defender of justice.
Be a light giver. Be a lover of humanity. Of nature itself, she made us. One small gesture of love does wonders. It’s an energy, which collectively, envelopes the hate and reduces it. Sure, be angry, I get mad too. But let it go. Be loving more.
My first year of study on the peace course taught me this one little thing. War and all that comes with it, starts from our emotions. Our feelings, their festering. Their joining up with our thoughts. Yes, it is as simple as that. That’s where it all begins. With feelings. That is our one common ground across humanity. Emotions. We ignore them too often and try to rationalise all the time. Be in tune with your inner feelings at all times. Know thyself said the ancients. Make it so.
Know that you are as big on the inside as the universe is on the outside. There’s masses of room for love.

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