Dreamwalker X – The Fishing Trip

fishing gear

Contemporary Microfiction

Diego pulled into the driveway of the Sanchez house, promptly at 3:20 am. They had a little more than an hour of a drive to get there, and they both wanted to be standing in the river, as the sun was coming up. Juan Sanchez, Linda’s Dad, was standing in the doorway, waiting with his gear. After saying good morning, they loaded the car, while Gloria Sanchez watched in her bath robe, and mumbled about “Men are so out of their minds….” “All this just to catch some fish?” After Juan kissed his wife goodbye, he and Diego jumped into the Mustang and headed down the road.

There were a lot of horses under the hood, and Diego tried to keep the car from roaring too much through the neighborhood. Once they got onto the main road though, he put the windows down, and hit the petal. “Mustangs were not made to go slow!”, he said. “And this is a GT!” He had to talk loud to be heard over the wind. They both reached for their coffees smiling, loving the speed and power of the car. When Juan said he really liked the Mustang, Diego pulled over and asked him if he wanted to drive. “Sure!”, came the response. Juan had always wanted to try one out.

mustang 2They didn’t talk too much going down the road, but when they did, they talked about Linda. How could they not talk about her? Juan mentioned she was still working on her college classes to become a nurse. She wanted to be like her Mom. Diego mentioned he knew, and was encouraging her to quit her waitressing job so she could do more studying. Juan knew he liked this guy but wondered about him not working.

Once they were at the state park, they unloaded and walked about a mile to the river. Juan asked him where they were going to live after they were married. It was a typical Dad question, and Juan felt somewhat embarrassed after letting it fly. They kept walking, and Diego mentioned, “We are looking at houses to buy, in our area.” “We wouldn’t move in though until after the wedding”. Juan smiled at the “after the wedding” part. He knew his wife would be happy to hear it!

But Juan did stop in his tracks. “How will you pay for a mortgage while teaching at the community college?” It was a valid concern, but Diego did not know how to say in a humble way, that he had money. “Juan we are paying cash”. “I made a lot of money in the corporate world, and to be honest that was the only good thing.” So much for that concern.

They spent hours and hours in the river fishing that day. There was enough fish to cook right there on the banks of the river, and extra that they put on ice to take home. The more Juan got to know this young man from the Red Rocks country, the more he liked him. Diego shared a lot about his people, and that he needed to get more connected with them. Teaching at the college would help.

Juan was most impressed with him when they talked about religion. He really had his head on straight. Diego said he had been baptized as a baby but he could not get married in the same church the Sanchez family was a part of. “I would be lying if I said I believed all that”. So there it was, he was an honest man too. Yep, Juan knew for sure his daughter was going to be very happy with Mr. Diego Dreamwalker. He did hope they would get married in some type of a church though……..

river desert

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Dreamwalker IX – Linda’s Story

desert flowers

Contemporary Microfiction

She trusted James more than anyone she had ever met. He brought healing to her really. He was so free. Actually everyone was calling him Diego now, and he was loving it. Papa started it, preferring the Spanish.

She had driven herself out to the desert this morning, to spend time with God, and to enjoy the flowers in full bloom. It was a time of thanking Him, and asking for His help in the future. She had never seen such beauty, as she breathed in the cool morning air. “Diego would love this too”, she said out loud. She began walking quietly through the colors. She had always loved walking, and praying.

Ever since they had met at the restaurant she felt so at ease talking to Diego. She opened up to him then, and still was. That was one of the things she loved about him. He opened up her soul, and embraced it. Time and again he loved the deepest parts of her. And he loved Gibran! She practically had Gibran’s book the “Prophet” memorized from years of reading it, and it was one of his favorites too. She thought that was a good way to describe their relationship – poetry.

She prayed for children. She was 35 now, and wondered if her dream of a large family was over. When the two of them talked about children, he always said she had a gleam in her eyes, and he just smiled knowingly. He usually kissed her then. She knew she could trust Diego, and God on that topic, and decided not to worry about it anymore.

What about the Church? They had broken the rules on intimacy, should they still try to get married in the Church? Was it even possible now? She had always been faithful, and the Church was important to her. As she looked at the mountains, she remembered verses that encouraged her. Nothing was too difficult for Him.

She had played by the rules before, and her first marriage had been a disaster. There had been nothing but pain and suffering. Years after her divorce from Richard, she was still dealing with it. She had trouble feeling any emotions last year when he died from alcoholism. She looked at the mountains again, and began to feel peace. She was determined to go on with her life.

She started back towards her car, then stopped. Was the Creator speaking to her? It came from deep within her. A smile came over her face, when she realized, not only was the desert in full bloom…….…but she was too………..

She was looking forward to getting married, and a lifetime of love.

 mexican woman

 

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

The Doves

flying doves

When I see the doves,

I know there is some tenderness, left in this world,

in spite of the hawks,

and the crows making loud noises,

the doves are always gentle,

always determined to be,

vulnerable.

Under the surface,

I think they are fighters,

fighting for peace,

and always faithful, watching,

their love, the strength of two.

I’m not sure a dove would ever speak to me,

but if he did,

I think he would say, keep loving,

keep the peace in your heart,

guard it and keep it safe.

And always,

always be faithful, be gentle,

in spite of, the hawks and the crows.

Amen.

 love of doves

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

The Poetry of Gibran – Work

cambodians

Then the ploughman said, Speak to us of Work,

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth, and the soul of the earth,

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and a labour of misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.

 

From the Prophet by Kahlil Gibran pp. 25-26.

 Note: I love this poetry!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

The Light of May

white and purple iris

The light of May is softer,

than the oppression of summer,

the blistering, burning heat.

In May, the light soothes the soul,

relieving us from the harsh,

condemning cold, and renews us,

with warm energy infusing.

The iris will flourish in May,

and the carnation, the beauty,

of a rose, life giving.

In May, our love is new again,

and never ending.

I will always love,

the wonderful light of May.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Memories

soldier

A dresser with lace,

holding the photograph in a frame,

means more to her now,

more than last year, or the year before,

she does not want to forget,

his face.

He was so young then,

what would he look like now,

if he had survived?

Would he be married with children?

She would weep a little bit more today,

when she heard the music,

saw the flag,

echoes of gunfire in her mind,

Vietnam.

She didn’t care about the politics,

as she wept,

she just wanted,

her son back.

 

 Note: Please pray for all those that have died in war, and their families.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Eternal Hearts

space 3

When they find our bones,

one million years from now,

will they see our love etched?

Will they be able to measure our heart cries,

with scientific instruments?

our echoes in the stars.

They say there is no marriage in heaven,

but I wonder if He would reconsider,

make an exception, for these two souls,

temporary bones, but eternal hearts.

I’m not ready for false teeth,

and we still have the spark,

but whenever we do meet in heaven,

may our spirits join hands,

as we bow, in the light,

before our Creator.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

The Picnic

picnic

We were young in August,

before the fall,

there was no winter,

under the shade.

The leaves were plump,

dressed in green,

living moisture, hiding the sun.

Smiling as we set up our blanket,

grapes my dear?

basket full, and waiting,

waiting for each other,

for bread,

we looked at the water,

and dreamed of boats,

of being carried away,

with the wind tussling,

our hair,

being pulled this way and that,

over the waves,

until the shore,

then resting, in the sun.

We were filled,

four arms for hugging,

no longer hiding,

and positive,

it would always be this way,

until there was no moon.

moon at night

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Thoughts about Anger

rain quote

Rumi is right of course. Have you ever had a debate with someone, maybe even a family member, and you started getting angry in the middle of it? Your voice started going up, and before you knew it you were yelling. How did the conversation go after that? Was it productive? We all get angry, we’re human. Sometimes we can’t help it and we know the other person is wrong!

I think what Rumi is saying here is that the gentle response will always be the best response. Not much will be accomplished by our loud noises. In a debate or argument, the other person will tend to tune us out, if all we are doing is yelling. We can get our point across in a much more effective way, if we speak with calm authority.

I don’t think Rumi was addressing fighting against social injustice, but even then, this principle can be applied. A collective voice of people can do a lot more good than rioting and looting. I’m thinking here of the peaceful protests, like during the days of Dr. Martin Luther King. We need to fight against wrongs done to people, but in a peaceful way.

Many of us enjoy, the wonder and beauty of a gentle rain. We even write poems about it. But very few, if any of us, enjoy hearing the thunder. Where is the beauty in anger?

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Dreamwalker VIII – Linda’s Mom

  starbucks

Contemporary Microfiction

He picked up Linda a block from her parent’s house, to avoid another confrontation. Linda opened the car door, and before she got in said, “Mama wants to talk to you….”. He said, “No way!” She hesitated but got in. “She only wants to apologize”, Linda tried to explain, but he was too hurt to even think about it, so she dropped the subject. They drove off, towards the highway. Gloria and Juan Sanchez looked at each other, as they watched the Mustang drive away, and then make a right. Juan put his arm around his wife, as tears streamed down her face. “I just wanted to apologize….” was all she could say before breaking down into sobs.

It wasn’t long until Linda’s phone rang. “Hello?” “Si, I’ll tell him…James it’s my father”. “He wants to talk to you”. He pulled over. There was something in Linda’s voice, something in the expression on her face, that told him he needed to take this call. “This is James…” “Diego…” Her father always called him Diego, “I wonder if you would give us another chance…..Gloria would like to meet with you at Starbucks.” “She wants to apologize but she also wants to explain….” “Would you give her that chance?”

What could he say? Thirty minutes later he was sitting down in Starbucks with Linda’s Mom, while Linda waited outside. It looked like Linda was praying. Gloria started the conversation with, “I’m sorry James, I have this terrible habit of being too harsh, of being critical of other people” “I know it, and I’m trying to change that…..again I’m sorry….” This took him off guard and already he was glad he had decided to turn the car around.

“As you know I am Navaho, but I didn’t have any parents growing up….they were killed in a car accident” “They were killed by a white man….drunk…” Her voice trailed off. She told James how she began to believe in God before she ever went to a church, because there was too much pain, to deal with by herself. It was the Church that reached out to her, taught her about forgiveness and compassion. “I love my people, but the Church won my heart when I was very young” “I was 8 years old..…”

A light was coming on for James now. The more Gloria opened up, the more he understood. It took courage for her to talk like this. He might not agree with everything she believed, but this woman was a fighter. He admired her, and he knew for sure that Linda had some of this fight within her. He looked out the window, and saw Linda pacing back and forth, on the driver’s side of the Mustang. Yep, he knew without a shadow of a doubt…… Linda was the right woman for him…..

mustang

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google