HAPPY GREGORIAN NEW YEAR!

With the changing of the calendar there are disagreements about if it is really a new decade.

What a silly disagreement.

Humans feel they control time. They can catagozie and contain it. However, as diverse as Humanity is, there are as many ways to contain time as there are civilazations.

I Celebrate three New Year’s. My actually new year is aligned with my pagan beliefs with the start of the year on Samhein, Halloween.

Then I recognize the Gregorian New Year, which most of the world, particularly the Western World, follow. Then, finally, I celebrate Chinese New Year. This is out of appreciation for Asian culture.

I once owned a Tibetan Buddhist Calendar. It being based on the moon as opposed to the sun. It was definitely different.

My friend in South Korea has two ages. One which is “western,” one which is based on her culture.

Not only are there calendar and time controls within different cultures, there are different views of time in various religions.

Growing up in the United Methodist Church we followed the Christian calendar (hint we are still in the Christmas Season until Epiphany). There are specific traditions and practices associated with certain times of the year in every religious practice.

And don’t even get me started on the different political calendars across the globe.

Sometimes this societal agree on the meaning of time is to our detriment. More and more people are having sleep problems and health issues because they are no longer in tune with their own physical, internal clock, their circadian rhythm.

It is worth remembering for all of the different views and beliefs on time, it is all fabricated by our brains. It is simply a way for our brains to catagozie and barely begin to understand our place in the Universe.

This Gregorian Year of 2020 I suggest we all take a step back and allow the Universe to speak to us, to reset our clocks to its time, instead of the chaos of societal time.

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Talk with love and respect

The world will be
A better place to live in,
If we learn
To talk to each other
With love and respect;
What does this mean?
That we must talk,
Not to hurt
But to sweeten the heart;
That we must talk,
Not to destroy
But to build;
That we must talk,
Not to scatter
But to gather;
That we must talk
Not like antagonists
But like friends.
If we can do this,
We will make the home
A better place for all;
Let us learn to talk
With love and respect
No matter who
We are talking to.
Let us strive to talk
To everyone we know,
Everyone we come across
Everyone with whom
We are dealing,
With love and respect,
And the world will be
An excellent place
For all of us to live in.

Tell me what is more powerful

Words are so powerful,
It’s hard to believe;
Words are so powerful
I never knew;
Words, I bet you,
Are the most powerful
Of forces;
You may say prayer is
most powerful;
Yes, it is;
But prayer is said in
words,
Spoken or unspoken;
Words are never to be
toyed with;
With words alone,
God made the world,
And all that is found
in it;
With words,
Sin, suffering
and death sneaked
Into the world,
Through the backdoor;
And through
The Word made flesh,
We are saved
From eternal damnation.
What is more powerful
Than words?

The way we talk matters

The way we talk
Matters more than
Many people are aware;
That is why
Many people talk
Without weighing
Their words;
They don’t give
Careful thought
To what they say;
When you throw words
At random,
Get ready
For the consequences.
Most likely,
You will say
The wrong thing,
Hurt someone,
And create conflict,
Which you could have
Easily avoided.
God has given us language
To use to interact,
Build relationship,
And make the world enjoyable
For all;
But, unfortunately,
We use it to tear down
One another;
To hurt
One another,
To humiliate,
Discourage instead of
Encourage.
To demoralize instead of
Inspire
We have to be careful
How we use language;
Be careful
How we talk;
We have to take time
To choose our words;
Our language has to be
Refined;
And show that we have
Educated minds.
Mind your language;
Take time
To choose your words;
Choose words
That build,
That encourage,
That motivate;
That inspire,
And with them
You will move people
To give you
What you want.
That is why I say
The way you talk matters.

New wine new wineskin

Communication technology,
Are you living or dead?
Tell me if you are modern
Or ancient technology?
I hear you called modern;
Then how comes it
You stand on my way?
How modern are you?
I want a clear path,
That has no obstacles
Blocking me as you do
From reaching
Where I want to go
Without strain;
What I see
Doesn’t make you
Look modern;
Or are you modern
With ancient Managers?
New wine in old wineskin.
That does not work;
New wine, new wineskin.

Grind and sifter your words

Do not throw words
Around at random;
Wise people
Don’t do that;
They are careful
With their words;
They know the truth,
About words;
That words have power
To build or destroy;
Depending on how
They are used;
If you don’t want
To cause havoc,
Avoid taking words for granted;
Throwing them at random
Is detrimental;
It is better to grind
And sifter your words well
Before you use them.
Thus, they will bring great results.
Don’t forget,
Results are what you want.

Don’t talk too much

Don’t talk too much;
You risk saying more than
You should;
And so much damage
You could cause;
Those who talk too much
Weigh not their words
Before they utter them;
Which is a dangerous thing
For anyone to do;
As our people say,
Chew your words well
Before you swallow them;
Say only what
You should say;
Don’t say what
You should not say.
In other words,
Don’t talk too much.

All The World’s A Stage

All The World’s A Stage

By William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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