How Cold Can It Get?
Sometimes words make a difference.
What words do you have, that you can use to inspire life abundant
in a camper warm in the cold, soaked in solitude, and connected to the beauty of life by a thin thread of grace and a camera, a chainsaw and a pile of wood, an old furnace, old metal doors, old tarps added to 1x4s and pallets, garbage wood and metal, propane and gasoline …
Is your heart warm, your music lively and loud, your thoughts connected to the universe made by God’s grace?
At -25°C that would be helpful, if a bit elfish.
It warmed up suddenly, mostly the cool on the floor dissipated, why,
A wonderful feeling after being cold most of today.
Church: I arrive and within minutes need to take my boots off to rub my feet that are painfully cold still. 10 minutes and they warm up … so it goes all day.
Until now. Toasty warm.
Great music, to volume, the selection of Good Lovelies, Cohen, and Beethoven so far, more to come.
Find a corner that is kind
of friendly and cozy.
A woman at the till behind me, said I was nice, for letting her put her milk jug on the belt sooner than otherwise there would have been room.
I told her my wife doesn’t say I am nice.
She says I am kind ….
Kind of this and kind of that.
Back out into the cold … it is soooo cold.
Some people heat their homes with gas,
the heat that is put into my face to burn the light out of me
is darkness in action,
the throngs that have used Gaslighting to beat me into submission, death or exile, whichever works first,
is darkness with a goal,
the lies that others live by and for and with,
is the darkness resident.
the pain that everyone suffers for their part in Gas creating,
is sadness given place where life belongs.
My little corner is cozy,
in the cold, it is always good enough, with lots of work, to be warm enough.
How cold can their hearts become, so that the weather hardly compares?
How cold can it get?
It can be as cold as it possibly can get, even with climate change,
where yesterday’s extremes are now today’s normals,
and Love are more powerfully Light
than the darkness that people wish on me,
and the furnace
has plenty of wood,
the kindness of my heart is enough,
by God’s Grace,
to hand on what was first given me
How Cold will you let your life become, before you step into the light of Grace?