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A Tale and a Thought or Two…

A man was out and about in a large city. He had no mask and no gloves and no worries. He entered a well-to-do hotel and went to a room. He didn’t stop at the front desk nor had he booked a room for the night. He was not concerned about this either. The room was large with a huge bed in the up corner. As he lay on the bed he turned his head and could see out into the hall leading to the next room. The bed was comfortable and he drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, he looked strangely around at the room. It no longer looked familiar. In fact, now he was worried that he was here.

“What will I say to whomever is staying here?” Then, thinking he heard a noise from outside the room. “That must be the maid. What will she think if the wrong person is here?”

He started to sit up and realized he was caught up in the covers and blankets. He tried to push them off, but the more he tried the harder it was. He forced himself to sit and shook his head. Now, everything shifted a tiny bit in the room and he realized he was home, in his bed. The “hall” which was now his own hallway leading to the house. He lay there disconcerted, but knew it had been a dream.

Just a short story to help you if you are feeling uptight or bothered. The scenario above was the one I woke up to this morning. I take some medicine which makes my dreams more frequent and vivid. I really did think I was in a large hotel bedroom. The “shift” which happened when I sat up is common when I actually move, waking up. They used to be night terrors and I used to wake up shouting, screaming, or utterly in panic. It’s funny what just a little more medication can do. Especially when it was taken to calm me down and sleep better since Sis’s death.

We are all having to deal with so much now. I see avoidance behaviors, fear behaviors, denial behaviors, and so on. So many ways all of us try to handle all the mixes of feelings we have and all the things we see others do or hear them saying.

My aunt’s test came back positive, but she is displaying no symptoms whatsoever. There are returning her to her own room. She can’t go to the other facility at the present time since her test was positive.

I am dealing with it all in my own way, a lot of dreaming, but most of it just the realization that all is perfect in the end. I am not trying to make light of anyone’s discomfort or a relative’s death. My faith understands that we may not know how or why it’s perfect, but it happens and there is something much larger going on. My beliefs do not try and pin blame on anyone or anything. We make out own paths and decide their directions. I am realizing more and more that this faith I have chosen will not always be popular with everyone and I won’t always understand it either. I just know and believe. I feel it deep down and in this age’s time of confusion and fear, it’s a rather nice one to fall back on.

Here’s to whatever or whomever you follow. May your faith hold you solid in these trying times.

Scott

One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights

by Scott Vannatter

9/13/2019

So very much happens, sleeps eludes,but remains close.

One of those nights.

Darkness spills through the filmy shades of the room

Filling it with the fragrance of night and things dark and beautiful.

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I sit listening to David, telling of his love for a woman, in song.

One of those nights.

My own thoughts pour forth, silent and sweet,

Forming images of those I have loved in the before.

This starts the cycle again, past to present.

One of those nights.

The story, the saga of all the life I dropped into caring.

Putting myself, all I could bring up, into the desires filling me.

Those desires don’t rage anymore, simply take over, spilling.

One of those nights.

Sleep will come; it always does, well, mostly.

Resting once more, the morning brilliance overshadowing…

One of those nights…one of these days.

-Scott L Vannater 9/13/2019

A Past Favorite – At Least, of MIne!

Years ago, four, I believe, I caught a show on BGT that took my breath away.  I listened again…it still does and brings a tear to my eye.

For your enjoyment, now, as it might have been then:

The Impossible Dream

Namaste,

Scott

Impossible Dream

I did post a short poem below, but I could not help but post this clip which has 2 men singing a song that brought tears to my eyes.  I am not certain I have ever heard it sung so well.

Following that with a poem is nearly inadequate, but I will try:

The Filth that was

By Scott L Vannatter

Oct 29, 1985

The last trickle of water swirled

.               down the dusty drain

After the gurgle, I cried,

.               “Why is it always like that – –

.               swirl and trickle until it’s gone?”

Dingy porcelain stared.

.               “Purity…Hah!”

The purest just went down the sewer.

Now the cleaning begins.

Make it sparkle, white, pure

So no one will know the filth that was.*

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*I marked out the last line in the original.

-What do you think?  Leave it in? out? does it matter?

Namaste,

Scott

In a Glade

In a Glade
By Scott L Vannatter
November 22, 2012

In a glade I lay me down
On soft green grass and clover pillow
I rest my eyes, from noonday sun
By covering with a hat of straw

A peaceful place there in the dark
Though sun shines bright on shoes and shirt
I feel as though in a bed so warmed
I might dream of fairies and love I have

The tickle of a breeze wafts under my chin
And cools my legs as my pants billow out
The scent of flowers moves under the hat
Reaching my nose, which is a rabbit, relaxed

Breathing slows; the world fades away,
My mind removes itself from the brace of the real
And takes upon the mantle of wisps
Moving through time and space

To another I center my thoughts
Wishing my body could go where mind is
This one I see calms my center
Freeing me of fear and foe

Known but lately, old kinship I remember
Feeling the light of heart and soul
That fled of late and made itself stranger
Returning now in fullness and intensity

Under straw cap my mind calls heart
To leap and bound for endless days
My imagining not the same as real
But bringing to thought emotions of strength

Eyes fly open and see shafts of sun
Press through weavings and cut down the shade
I lift the veil and view full on
The orb of light and its encompassing spectrum

A tear protrudes and drops down my cheek
Made flush with loving thoughts
I long to hold and touch the lips
Sweet caress to my someone dear

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