Preponderance

It behooves me this morning as the sun chases away the mists lying low upon fields of white, to ponder, to reflect upon importance, upon seriosity (yes this is an actual word), upon the life and times of those within my circle, and those outside....rotating their way round my sun, my light, my world; seeking ways to pervert, to disturb, to annoy like a gnat to its prey.

Within my family there sits a man of some preponderance...a patriarch of peace, of wisdom and stature. He is what Dr. Jordan Peterson would describe as a quiet warrior mentality; willing to do great violence to ensure peace. No braggadocio, no bravado...just a quiet sense of controlled violence, of wisdom hard won and gained through life, through pitfalls and traps...and through a giant family of 18 siblings...through a father and uncles who ran moonshine, who ran guns for Al Capone...tough, salt of the earth farmers, loggers, and runners into the states and back into Canada.

It is a long history of men and women who stood tall...who took grief from no man. Who stood to bullies...five brothers of a neighbouring family surrounding one Anderson...tall tough men, farmers all...in the end one man was standing with five brothers laid out at his feet. Bloodied and grinning, ready for more...

This is what I see in present day family...cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts/uncles, grandparents...a tough lot. Living in peace, for peace...every inch hard won and fought for.

A warning....a heralding of careful behaviour in relation to this group of people. Watch what you promote, what you put out on the internet, what you say against anyone in THEIR circle or reap the consequences. Here stands a family in togetherness, in solidarity...loving, compassionate, gracious and merciful...in the correct setting. Move against one...move against all.

I write in this vein today to enlighten the stalker who moves in slow circles outside waiting to pounce...posting things in an attempt to hurt, to torment...understanding nothing about moving forward, about living life to the fullest, about living in kindness, compassion and grace. No...they understand nothing but strife, chaos and campaigning amongst their small town acquaintances to lower, smother, smear and speak against those they deem worthy of their scorn and lies... never turning the looking glass back on themselves...self-reflection a dirty, nasty set of words that has no place in their lives. So...they attack, they scourge...

Dear hearts...the truth once again sucks...letting go, moving on with your life...yes and amen...but be warned, as the one who got away you will needs must prepare for bullets, bombs and deluges from the cheap seats.

Be ready in season and out...as you heal, strengthen...as you mend and repair, prepare.

The enemy is at the gates and waits and watches for an opportunity to harass, harangue, heckle. Small minded, small town (or big town) smoke shows...all talk, all internet keyboard warriors, with no follow through. Kind of like that sex life we talked about yesterday.

Ouch...harsh...but true...how silly to feel bad about speaking truth when the lies, the rants, the rages, the beatings all piled up on one another...building, building, building until it is too much to bear. So speak it my friends...they did the crime, again and again and again...now they can do the time.

Stand tall...walk proud...head held high with a knowledge of worth, of deserving a magical kind of love. Oh yes...soon my friends, someone comes along and you understand how far off the mark the man/woman/monster was.

There is good...there is life, joy, love, peace, kindness, acceptance...it is waiting on you, just you. Uniquely you...fearfully and wonderfully created and loved. Go forth and live it, every moment of every day...see it is good dear treasures....