Secret Place

There is this amazing place I go.  Its a secret place in which no other entity is allowed except for the ones I allow to be there.  God is always there because without Him that place would not exist.  

Sometimes this place takes on many different forms.  A home, somewhere with a friend, somewhere with a group of friends.  Sometimes it is manifested in a family member or family members.  Sometimes it is just alone.

Its silent and loud depending on the desire.  It shouts or whispers or speaks in a calm voice.  It mentions things and motions moments into shapes and attributes of which many sometimes see but few ever feel.  

It is foremost, above and beyond,  a secret place and its special to me because it seeks not attention but the attention I give it.  It subtly complains when I neglect it and over time I have learned to nurture it more than how I did in the past.

Its called the heart.  Its that one place I can always go to because it speaks to me the truth.  I've enjoyed where it has taken me thus far and it has gotten me to where I need to go even though there have been times I've neglected it.

It has made me win and lose.  Materialistic things and people.  I've gained and I've lost.  Money, status, relationships, loved ones, enemies, friends, fortune and fame.  But not once...not once...have I lost my secret place.

Never once have I lost my heart.

Doof (a.k.a a world less orange)

Hello Hello.

I havent really liked that word.  Hello.  Its got that word hell in it and hell...I dont like hell but hello is what we use to great each other. 

Then it has that lo part in it.  Hell is supposed to be low yet we still "greet" one another with Hell...Low.

Kind of like we smile and wish each other to hell, you know?

So I say, G'day.  I may be American but it seems like a more pleasant thing to say.  Good.  Day.  Instead of Hell.  Low.

So I will keep this simple and say, g'day to you.  Whatever time of the day it is where ever you are at.  Hope its a good day. 

Now onto more pressing topics.  I hope you are eating tapioca when you are also digesting this topic because it might keep you from doing something you wont normally do.

I have this normal set routine for myself.  Some of which I was blessed to set for myself and some of which circumstances set on me.  I always plan to go to sleep at night and plan on waking up in the morning.  It hasnt failed me yet, so I stick to that plan.

I cant control my dreams when I sleep nor can I control the actions of others when I am awake, yet what I am able to control I find it to be a gift.  I can control my bodily functions most of the time.  Sometimes.   Sometimes a person just farts or burps and they cant control that.  I've never had a dream where I am farting or burping and most of the time I can feel a fart or a burp coming on, so I excuse myself from the room.  But sometimes, you know what I mean.

But if I could eliminate the circumstances in my routine I would eliminate the unexpected farts and burbs.

Lets carry on to more pressing issues than farts and burps.

How about we talk about the way a group of individuals can coexist without.

Without what?  I dont know.  Just without.  You pick the topic.  Without food.  Without water.  Without a microwave. 

As for me, I am going to pick...hmmmm...

Without oranges.  I know, it isnt so thought provoking or angst-ish, mommy/daddy I miss you ish, but it is a without topic.

Without oranges we would not have easy, natural access to that vitamin C stuff.  Would we even know the value of vitamin C without oranges?  Good question.  Sometimes Mars looks orangeish but would we know that?

"The leaves on that tree are turning a strange color." we would say.  We wouldnt say they were turning orange, they would just be strange. 

Pumpkins would be martians.  Or would we call them doof?

What if we knew orange as the way it presently is but we called it doof instead. 

"Want some doof flavored ice cream?"

"Yes, I believe I do.  A couple scoops of doof sounds pretty good right about now."

"You going to carve a doof this Halloween?"

"No, them darn kids blew up all my doofs last year.  Dont want to do my porch up again with a bunch of doof doo."

"Did you grow them doofs on your own doof tree?"

"Why yes, I did."

So now we have doof.

Imagine a world without...

In this case, oranges.

Now after reading this, imagine a world without doof.

Without what would you write about?