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Carry On……..

Carry on!  These two words carry within much wisdom and much power.  So often in life we must do just that.  We must carry on.  And to be quite honest, these words are most often not easily entreated by you and I.  Why is this so?  Let us think about this for a moment or two.  What would be an accurate definition of this small phrase “Carry on!”  I don’t know about you but the very word carry brings to mind the idea of something that is heavy and burdensome.  Upon hearing this word, I see in my mind one who is plodding along slowly, slightly bowed beneath a cumbersome load that has been strapped to their back.  Isn’t that our general perception is of this rather unpopular word?  There are so many associations to be made with this word carry, yes?  We have all heard someone say at one time or another, “Oh, they seem to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.”  That very phrase tends to make one just a bit more tired.  And do we not always have to carry in the groceries from the car, a chore that none of us really enjoy.  It is simply something that must needs be done.  Perhaps that is what I am trying to get at this evening.  To carry anything is viewed as something that must be done, as a burdensome chore and the sooner it is completed, the sooner we will experience relief.  Am I very far off of what the general consensus would be here?  I am glad we are agreed then for I feel as though I couldn’t carry on in this manner much longer.

However, I will confess that the idea of this word has made me curious.  So let us see what Mr. Webster has to say about this troublesome word “carry”, shall we?  It seems there are a great many ways to define this word.  If you will indulge me, I would like to share just a few of them with you.  Carry properly defined does indeed mean to “hold or support while moving” ( as in “He carried a heavy backpack as he walked the trail.” )  It can also mean to “support the weight or responsibility of” ( such as “She carried a heavy course load for that semester.” )   But upon looking further, I found many positive and even uplifting definitions for this word we do not care much for.  Let me ask you, have you ever burst into song and allowed the music to fill your heart?  This is sometimes referred to as carrying a tune and it does not matter how good one’s voice may be.  If it strikes you to sing, you will find that the music tends to carry you into a feeling of goodness and of joy.  It is quite true you know.

The word carry can also mean to hold or move the body or a part of it in a particular way.  For example, “She carried herself in such an elegant manner”.  I do believe I am seeing a positive trend here in our definition of this word.  Let us try a few more, shall we?  Here are but a few and I must say I am gaining a whole new perspective of and respect for this down-trodden word.  Okay now, here we go  –  To give impetus to; to propel forward. To be successful in; to win over.  For instance, “We lost the game but carried the match resulting in an overall win.”  Or how about “To gain the sympathy of; to win over as in “The amateur’s enthusiasm carried the audience.”  And to carry on  can be defined as to maintain; to conduct such as carrying on a successful business.  Now I will not list all of the ways that the word carry is used but I will tell you that the dictionary listed 26 variations on the just the word alone.  And most of these were very positive in their use.

Now you may ask, “Why go into such depth over one word or even such a small phrase?”  To be honest, I was wondering about that myself.  I suppose it is because our use of language and our perception of the words that we speak each day tend to define our very lives.  Think about it for a moment or two.  When we were discussing the unfortunate fellow who was walking along carrying that heavy backpack, how did you feel as compared to what you felt when you were carrying a tune?  And what of the student who carried a heavy course load that semester?  Each example brought forth a different emotion from you, did it not?

So what is my point here exactly?  I believe I am beginning to realize it this evening as we continue along.  Carry on……  It is very important that we do so in life.  Our lives and the lives of those we love depend on it.  Our very world is dependent on the fact that we do indeed carry on.  But how do we view this idea, this concept of carrying on?  Is it a burdensome thing that has been placed upon our shoulders that bends our spirits low, so low in fact that we are no longer looking upwards towards our Source. towards the One who gives us Joy and Strength in the morning and Peace in the evening time?   Or do we count it as a privilege to carry on, to allow ourselves and those we care for to be propelled forward into the good that Life has for us and to experience the success and blessing of carrying on in the true sense of this small but powerful phrase?

Allow me to add one more thought, if I may.  We were placed upon this, our world to exemplify the One who brought us to be.  And perhaps the best way for us to accomplish this is to demonstrate by our actions the true and proper definition of carrying on, if you will.  For you see, as others notice the manner in which we choose to carry on, many will lean in the direction of our example and adjust their course accordingly.  This is how change occurs.  This is the way in which to change our world.

 “Carry on…..” 

 

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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Open Doors

This brief writing this evening is more than a bit different from what I usually post here.  But we all have many sides to our personality, don’t we?  Myself, I am an avid fan of the author Stephen King.  I always have been, I suppose.  His books often dance on the edge of madness, of the macabre which has always been a source of fascination for me.  I am not sure how this piece will be received here but I had a desire to post it.  So, just read along the lines here and indulge me once again.  If you do not find this of interest, my apologies to you.

Stephen King said it well.  “There are doors in the mind that shouldn’t be opened.” The question is do those doors sometimes open of their own accord?  Or, perhaps they open with just the slightest bit of prompting or desire, subconscious though it may be, on our part.  I’m not sure quite honestly and don’t remember if I “wished” for a glimpse behind that door.  I would like to think that I did not, that I was more intelligent than to make such a foolish request.  But then again, is it not the more intelligent of us who often lose their grip on reality, who frequent the dark halls of our asylums?  And isn’t it really a matter of perception in the end?

The hinges on the door I speak of, that door of Perception are a bit more than loose at times.  It’s true, you know.  “I’ll bet the farm on that!” or “You can take that one to the bank!”, or any one of a dozen other inane idioms that people use to enhance their sad little lives.  No doubt about that one.  But, I digress.  When thoughts come at you from more than two directions at one time, it’s not only wrong.  It’s downright confusing!!  Which one do you listen to?  I see 3 of em’!  Which one do I pick?   “Pick the one in the middle”, it says. “Or not!”

Many of our thoughts are subversive at best and should be mentally flushed when they surface.  Flushed before they time to get even a finger hold on our psyche, our soul.  But there is a certain attractiveness, (Is that a word?) a quality, if you will that is rather seductive.  Wouldn’t you agree?  We’ve all had thoughts like these at one time or another, so don’t pretend you haven’t.  What’s the meaning behind the thought or the thought behind the meaning?  What’s the thought behind the thought for that matter?  Because there is one, just behind the door.  And how deep does the rabbit hole really go, Alice???  Pretty doggone deep, this much I know to be true.  But how deep is the question of the day?  And do I really want to know the answer to that one??  The knowledge is there for the taking, just waiting to be plucked from that singular tree.  You know the one.  It’s the tree that you see in your deepest dreams, always there but just on the fringes.  We usually see it as slightly blurred, a bit askew if you will.  Perhaps a trick of the mind for our own protection.  But make no mistake about it, friends and neighbors.  It is there! The sweet fruit it bears is accessible and can be freed from its limbs quite easily.  But at what cost to the mind?  The price one pays for this particular fruit is high and there are no refunds, O’ Curious One.  None, zip and nada!  In for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes.  So, it really comes down to a choice in the end, doesn’t it?  Or does it?

Thank you for reading this just now.  I hope you found it of some interest.  Enjoy your day and be blessed in it abundantly.

Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.

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Where Have You Pitched Your Tent?

Is this an odd question I am presenting here this evening?  Perhaps, perhaps not. You see, I was listening to Joel Osteen and he made mention of a scripture that states “I have pitched my tent in the city of hope”.  The reference does not reference a physical location but rather the location of your heart wherein lies your dreams, your spirit and your beliefs.  So I ask you this question this evening, my friend.  Where have you pitched your tent?  Now bear in mind, back in Biblical times people did not have homes like the ones you and I know today.  Many did have a physical home, one built from the materials of that time.  But for so many people, a tent was where they dwelt, where they lived, loved and raised their families.  In a word, it was home to them.  And since it was their home, I would think that the location of this home, where this tent was pitched would be important, yes?  Those families would consider and ask questions, questions such as “How far away is the stream so that we may have water nearby?” or “Is the land here fertile enough so we may grow vegetables and is there sufficient grass here for our flocks?”  These were things to consider when pitching one’s tent.  By the way, the definition of the word pitch when used in the context of pitching a tent means to erect or establish; set up.  To set firmly; to implant; embed.  When viewed by this definition, pitching a tent seems a more important task than you or I may have thought.

Another consideration would be to perhaps determine what direction the winds might be coming from.  On the side of the tent where the winds would be the strongest, perhaps additional stakes would be used to fortify the strength of the home.  And perhaps those stakes would need to be set more firmly into the ground? This seems logical enough to me.  To be honest, I never dealt with tents a great deal.  But I know enough to know that where a tent is pitched is at least as important as what and whom you wish to protect within that tent.

With all that said, I ask again the question, Where have you pitched your tent, my friend?  Have you pitched your tent in the City of Hope or does it stand sadly in the oh so busy Metropolis of Despair?  When deciding location, did you check the depth and quality of the soil where the stakes would be driven deeply and firmly so your tent would stand strong?  Or did you just assume that dirt was just dirt and that depth was not so important after all?  And now when the winds of Life blow in strong, you feel what you thought was your protection shudder around you and constantly you fear that all you had set in place will collapse down upon you, perhaps even this night?  And the stakes, those stakes that you selected that provide the strength for your shelter, those stakes that were deemed inferior but they were a bargain so they were “good enough”?  Are they sufficient unto the day, unto this dark night where the winds now howl round about you?  Can you here those timbers cracking above your head now?  Do you scream out to any who and all who will hear but your voice is ripped away by the winds of Insecurity and Hopelessness. Did you expect something better than this??  Look where it is you so thoughtlessly pitched your tent!  What you put forth is what you receive back.  And just as the blessings you send out come back to you as a double portion, so do those cursed things you send forth.  A double portion to you, blessings or cursings.  It is a universal law.  The universe only sends to you as a reward what you have sent out.  We make the choice as to which.

My word, this is all so uplifting, isn’t it?   Will you ever want to visit this blog again?  If this was all there was offered here, I would never return.  And it is my own blog!  But there is good news and salvation ahead.  And here it is…..Do know the really great thing about tents?  Unlike houses whose foundations are permanent, tents can be moved much more easily.  Do you desire, truly desire now to move from the darkness of Despair into the glorious Light which is Hope Everlasting?  Then come along, let us take apart this tent of yours!  But let us only keep what is valuable, shall we?  The fabric that provides the walls of your tent, is it good quality?  For some, it would appear much thought was given as to its selection and strength. For others, this fabric is already threadbare, worn, and tired.  But as it is your tent, you must decide.  And what of the stakes which are in reality the foundation of your shelter?  Did you select them for quality or did you lay hold to them simply because the were just “good enough”?  Again I say unto you, it is your tent so you must decide.  I would suggest to you that you do not try to take with you what is inferior or tired from your old home of Despair into your new Life of Hope.  It will become a burden just as surely as the dawn awakens to greet the new day.  Oh I’m sorry, what is that you say?  You have nothing but a worn and tired dwelling to bring to this City of Hope?  Well my dear friend, I have something to share with you here so listen oh so closely now……….You are the very person we are looking for.  It is usually those who feel they have the least to offer whose souls have the greatest gifts to share.  And besides, all things become as new here in the City of Hope.  And if you must know, we have been waiting for you, kind friend.  So, come on in and let us give you the traditional Words of Welcome always offered here in the City of Hope.  You may have heard them before but today, I believe they will have new meaning for you.  Come to Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.  And as we enter this great city together my friend, I have but one question for you.  Where is it that you wish to pitch your tent within the City Of Hope?”

William J. Thompson, Jr.

(To those reading, I am afraid I strayed a bit as to form. It is how it came out from me. I pray your indulgence. Blessings to all.)

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Cadbury, Anyone?

Have you ever been sleeping deeply and dreaming a dream, one that is quite vivid and you would very much like to “see” it through so as to know how it ends?  I am sure you have. I know I have had this happen on more than one occasion.  Well, this happened to me the other night.  And of course, I woke up before the dream carried me across to what I am assuming would have been its illogical conclusion.  I found this to be particularly frustrating because it is the off the wall dreams I enjoy the most.  You know what I mean, don’t you?  Often times those oddball dreams are fodder for some good writing.  And even if they are not, they are just plain fun, a bit of zany fun to offset a world that can be quite often rather off kilter.  Well, at any rate I wanted to share this dream with whomever may read this.  After all, if there can be parallel worlds, then who can say there are not parallel dreams?  Perhaps as I slumber and dream, there is someone, somewhere who is dreaming my dream but only in sort of reverse reflection?  Perhaps as you read this, it may come to you that this was a dream you had as well, sort of.  Or perhaps not?  If not, I can only hope that what I dreamt will be a recurring situation for I really would like to know the outcome.  Now I am aware I could fabricate and fill in the blanks, as it were.  But that would be cheating, yes?  Okay then, friends and neighbors.  Please be advised that there is not much to go on here.  Hey look, it isn’t my fault I woke up!  Some things cannot be controlled, you know?  So, here we are and here we go……

“He was lost in a city he did not know and wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten there.  The streets and buildings were foreign to him.  He had tried again and again to get his bearings and set his mind to right but to no avail.  The small town of Cadbury is where he had been, where he had lived for most of his fifty some-odd years and it was to Cadbury that he must return.  Cadbury.  Come on now, you can do this!  Think Cadbury!!  He concentrated even harder, eyes tightly closed and mind singularly intent.  And what was this he now felt in his closed hand?  He slowly unfolded his fingers to reveal what now lay on his palm.  Lo’ and behold, what lay before him were two foil-wrapped Cadbury chocolates!  “Well,” thought he.  “That’s a start anyway!”  And as he unwrapped one of these tasty treats and popped it into his mouth, his eyes widened in surprised disbelief.  For here came a giant Cadbury on wheels!  It pulled up along side the curb and what appeared to be it’s only door opened.  From inside, a sweet voice came forth and bade him to step into the Cadbury………..”

This my friends, is where I woke up.  Even as I as lay between the two worlds, those of sleep and wakefulness, even as the real world drew me up and out, my mind cried out, “Unfair! Unfair!  Bad form!”  But as you know, there is not much one can do except arise and move into the day.  And I did so, but not without a great deal of resentment.  Of that, you may be sure.  This dream has not surfaced again since but I still am hopeful that it may pop in…..perhaps even tonight!  If this should come about, you will be the second to know of it.  I, of course will be the first.  That is unless you have had the same dream, sort of?

William J. Thompson, Jr.

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