The Wedding Day Picture

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A Prose Poem

He hated the whites that wanted to take their picture, here, on their wedding day. Did they have to own everything? Why couldn’t they just leave the first people alone? But still, when they offered him 50 cents, he thought he should take it. He could buy her some nice clothes with that money.

It was difficult to know what to do about these new people, and it was difficult for a man, when he couldn’t hunt. He didn’t mind working on the ranch though, driving cattle, it was a good life. For one thing he was outside, the way the Creator meant it to be.

As long as the two of them were together, that meant more than anything. And maybe someday they would have children, and he could teach them some of the old ways.

     

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Photo of a couple from the Paiute Nation, yes on their wedding day, source: Pinterest

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XVII – The Package

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It rained that night. Miriam and Jeremiah, didn’t hear a thing as the drone came by, at about 2:00 in the morning. They were sound asleep, as lovers usually are when it rains, listening to the rain, playing its soulful song on their roof. It was great sleeping weather. The drone had come by to see if the package was still there, and it was, soaked, untouched, on the front lawn.

In the morning, the sun came out, and peered through their bedroom window, waking them both up. After stretching, and saying good morning, Miriam headed for the shower, while Jeremiah headed downstairs to cook them some breakfast. It would be turkey sausage, toast, and eggs.

At the table, they paused and then dug in. The topic of discussion was still the library, because Jeremiah realized they needed to include languages. He said, “Miriam you need to write down everything you know about Amharic, and place it in the format of teaching it, otherwise the language will become extinct.” She nodded and said, “Yes I can see that”. He continued with, “And then work on Hebrew, and French, and….” “Whoa!” Miriam interrupted him and said, “Jeremiah…….wait, one language at a time!” “Plus I’ll be having a baby!” He smiled a sheepish smile, and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”

It was right when they were getting up from the table, that they heard a strange noise. It was vaguely familiar like an alarm, and they looked around. Then Miriam yelled, “Jeremiah!” “The phone!” Sure enough, there it was on the wall, plain as day, and it was ringing. It was the first time in months they had heard the sound. They looked at each other, and a thousand thoughts raced through their minds, within seconds. Would the drones kill them today?

They jumped up at the same time, but Miriam beat him to it. She hesitated, picked it up, then said, “Hello?” A voice on the other end, yelled in her ear, “Oh my God!” “A person!” “Are you a person or a computer??” Miriam was shocked and hesitated once again, but said, “Yes, I’m…..I’m a real person.” What ensued next was some of the fastest, and most emotional talking, and yelling they had ever heard. Miriam placed the call on speaker.

“Oooohhh thank you God!!” “Oh God thank you!” “I can’t believe it!” “I found your number on the internet —- Oh God, I can’t believe it!” There was some screaming, very loud screaming, and Miriam and Jeremiah could both tell the screams were coming from joy. Chills ran up and down their spines. It was another person! The voice on the phone continued, “Your names and address were given to me by the drones….…they left a package..…..did you get a package?” “My name is Jennifer Wong and I’m calling from San Francisco!” “I found people!” She was crying now, and with huge sobs, she kept repeating, “I found people!” “I found peeeeeople!”

It took a while to calm Jennifer down, so that they could understand better what she meant about the drones, and a package. “Please go outside and look around”, she said. “You should have one too!”

While Miriam stayed on the phone with her, Jeremiah went out to look around. Sure enough, about 30 feet from the front door, there was something. It was a small package, a shipping envelope really, with what appeared to be bubble packaging inside. He got the shock of his life when he saw Miriam’s name and his, on a printed label, with their address. He picked it up, it was wet but readable. Even more shocking, was the label for the return address.

The packaged was marked, as coming from, “The United States Congress……”

To be continued.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Problem With Fear

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“The problem with fear, is that it makes the horrible things we go through, seem a hundred times worse.”

Nicodemas

Fear can be a prison. We all go through terrible things at some point in our lives. But when we become afraid, we allow the horrible things to control us, and the fear of those horrible things, can cloud our thinking. We will have a difficult time seeing the real issues clearly.

Sometimes this can happen when a prolonged period of calamity, or perceived calamity, creates a type of history in our lives. And so over time we expect the bad things to happen again. For example, a person fights cancer over a period of time, has victory over it, and they might constantly be afraid of it coming back. Or a family member can be afraid for their loved one, and afraid of them dying.

Religious people will sometimes offer advice to just “let it go”, or that we need to trust more. That’s easier said than done, and can at times, seem judgmental.

I am no expert, but here are a few things I have learned battling this issue:

Talk to a friend or family member. Sometimes just talking about the issue can make a world of difference. You don’t always need advice, just someone that will listen.

If possible, spend time away from the circumstance. If you can’t, then focus your mind on something else, for instance watching a funny movie. For me, I like adventure, and science fiction movies. 

Concentrate on your health, Go for walks and exercise. Eat more high quality food, do yoga, whatever you think would be helpful. You’d be surprised, how taking control of this one area of your life, can make a huge difference, and help you feel better.

If you need to, seek a professional counselor. Do not hesitate to ask for help, when you need it. This is so important! There is no shame or weakness in this, and you are always stronger when you make the right decision. They can sometimes help to break patterns in our thinking, that are fear based.

Keep fighting! Never give up!

I wish you peace.

      

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XVI – Planning the New World

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“Miriam I’m not going to farm with a horse, I’m just not going to do that.” Miriam responded, with a concerned look on her face, “But Jeremiah……we need to learn how……someday there will be no electricity, which means there will be no petrol, and no diesel either!” They were in their lab building, having their first planning meeting about how they were going to conduct farming. It looked more like a war room, with maps, charts, print outs from the internet, lab equipment, and hundreds of seedlings.

Jeremiah thought for a moment, then said, “I think we have enough supplies to last us about two years, especially if we get a tanker truck filled with diesel, for the tractors”. He continued, “…..and then we can learn the whole process gradually.” He had her on that one, and he knew it. Miriam scrunched up her face.

He had been wanting to tell her all morning, so he jumped in with “Miriam……you’re so beautiful.” She just looked at him, then said, “Don’t change the subject!” He was very good at that, and would often distract her with his sweet words, and kisses. He moved in, and she held up a long finger, and said, “No, no, no, not right now…” He kissed her cheek, and moved to her ear…. She said softly, “Jeremiah, we need to get some work done.”

They did get some work done, at least they planned out the fields, meaning how they would divide them up, and which crops would go where. Their staple crops would be corn, potatoes, and spinach. They both loved spinach and they knew the incredible nutritional value of the green. More importantly, they planned a 5 acre plot of land, close to the house, that would be their garden. This would involve intensive work daily, in order to grow all sorts of vegetables, and fruit. All of it, would be as natural , and as organic as possible. Miriam had already done years of research on natural ways, to keep pests, and parasites off the crops, using natural means. This included soapy water, cayenne pepper mixed in water, and a dozen other ways.

They broke for lunch, and on the way back to the house, Jeremiah brought up a topic he wanted to discuss, which was literature, and art. Once he was in the kitchen, he started making a salad, while Miriam sat and listened. He said, “We need to have a library, and we need to have another meeting, to discuss what should be in the library.” “I want our children, and future generations, to have the best literature possible.” Miriam was thrilled and said, “Jeremiah that’s brilliant, you’re absolutely right!”

He was about to set the two bowls of salad, and some olive oil on the table, we they both heard the familiar humming sound of a drone. Miriam turned towards it, and said quietly, “It seems to be coming from the front of the house.” Jeremiah said nothing, and simply froze where he was, standing, facing the counter top.

It was gone within seconds, and then Jeremiah began serving the salad. She was proud of him, and she smiled from ear to ear, especially after he had told her about the guns at the neighbor’s house. They enjoyed their lunch, talking about literature. Jeremiah said, “No, I don’t think we should include Shakespeare, he was too anti-Semitic.” “What!”, Miriam was shocked.

What they did not know, was that this drone left a package for them on the front lawn. And it was a very important package……

To be continued.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Quote by Robert Frost on Greatness

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There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Robert Frost

  I love the poetry of Robert Frost, and this quote gives us yet another look, into the heart and thinking of the poet. There have been many great people of history, but all too often, the people that were called great, were people of war, or that loved war. I love this quote, because I think Frost was saying true greatness is connected to generosity, and that this greatness and generosity, come from, or come out of, a heart of tenderness and compassion.

And let’s not forget that there is a huge difference between weakness and compassion. In fact, a person that is compassionate is incredibly strong. There is nothing more powerful on earth, than love. It takes great strength to forgive someone that hates you. To have tenderness, and compassion for that same person, takes amazing strength, and is one of the most important battles you will ever face.

Never let hatred rule over you. Break the throne of hatred, by responding in the opposite way, with tenderness, and compassion. That is what true greatness is all about.

Peace.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XV – Letting Go

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He was going to get a gun today, and that was final. He didn’t say anything to Miriam about it, and he would hide it from her if he had to. Maybe he could leave it in the truck. As they sat at the kitchen table that morning, eating cold cereal, he was angry, and she could tell.

He had never served them cold cereal for breakfast before, only as a snack, and he wasn’t talking. He always said how important a good breakfast was. She could see the problem on his face, and she knew what it was. “Jeremiah…….please promise me, you won’t get a gun today……” His eyes grew big. How did she know? “I can’t do that Miriam, I just can’t.” With that he slid back his chair, stood up and headed for the door, grabbing the keys to their mangled truck. With his hand on the door knob he said, “The drones are costing me my sanity, so I can’t make that promise”. Tears welled up in her eyes. He opened the door and said, “I’ll be at the neighbor’s house across the way…..” With that he opened the door, and she cried out, “Jeremiah please….”

He walked out regretting every minute of it, and everything he just said. But as he got into the mangled truck, he convinced himself he was doing the right thing. So he drove, down the lane, and through the two sets of gates, and to the neighbor’s house about a mile away. “I have to protect my family”, he said.

As soon as he walked into the neighbor’s house, he saw what he needed over the stone fireplace. He took down the 12 gauge, pump action, shotgun. He racked the chamber a few times, loving the sound. “No drone can survive this!”, he said out loud. In the den he found a whole glass enclosed, case of shotguns, and two rifles. Most farmers had been hunters, he thought to himself.

When he checked the drawers of the desk, he found the most beautiful gun he had ever seen. Tucked away in a beautifully carved leather case, with “Colt” written on it, was a collector’s edition, Colt .45 caliber revolver. And it had a pearl handle! It was stunning. He found some ammo and loaded it. Spinning the chamber, he then closed it. Next he looked around the house for bottles and cans. He could go target practicing!

It wasn’t until he was outside, ready to shoot, that he remembered Miriam. A stab of pain shot him in the heart, realizing how badly he had sounded earlier. He didn’t realize it but she had been crying the entire time, since he had left. He would never do anything to hurt her, not intentionally, and he knew she would hear the shooting. She would be horrified, and she might even lose the baby!

It was also a Friday, which meant Miriam would be lighting the Sabbath candles in a few hours, and singing the prayers. He certainly didn’t want to mess that up. He loved her singing, and he had no intentions of being a hypocrite by being angry during their beautiful time together. He loved the Amharic and the Hebrew.

He opened the chamber of the revolver, and dumped the ammo into his palm. He looked up at the sky and said, “Ok this one is in Your hands!” “Help me to trust”. As he walked back to the house he said out loud, “Maybe that’s what peace is all about…..….having the power but refusing to use it…..…” It was time to get back home, (without any guns) and apologize to his beautiful wife.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The 1980’s

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A Prose Poem

She never wanted to get married, never wanted to be committed. Not a wild life, but choosing to live, wanting to be safe. A church sometimes. The nightmare of her childhood, was gone now, but still lingering in the shadows. Me, I never knew love, until the Chinese food, and talking in the parking lot. I was seeking solutions outside. Not quite a monastery, but the meditation of loneliness. Carrying wounds from my parents. Where is the love?

We were two hearts, running into each other, bleeding on each other, but that was ok.

We paid for our own wedding, our fathers were invisible, mine didn’t want my hands in her Afro. She was still running from pain when she came down the aisle, but I had my arms ready. We were both safe. The most beautiful moments in our lives, two lost souls exchanging rings. Candles were burning in our hearts now. Later, fireworks, and healing from the heat. I wanted her body and soul.

There was a God. There had to be, with this kind of love. Burning, we were converted. And now, some wounds here and there, but smaller, and nothing we can’t handle. Rocks thrown at us, but we are still alive. And still talking in the parking lot, eating Chinese food. Looking into the face, of healing.

Peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last People on Earth XIV – The Farm

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It was dark and raining, as they drove the last few miles.  There were no lights anywhere, and for the last 30 minutes of their journey they drove slowly, peering through the darkness, looking at mailboxes. Their left front headlight was lit, but dangling, shining on the gravel road. Suddenly, Miriam saw the right mailbox, and pointed saying, “That’s the one!”. They pulled up to the gate. They were nervous about what they would find, but overjoyed they had somehow made it.

After getting out, opening two different gates, then driving some more, they saw the shadows of the barn, and out buildings. They were both silently hoping there would be no drones to deal with tonight. Jeremiah still thought he needed a gun, but said nothing. He said, “We should sleep in the truck tonight, instead of stumbling around in the dark, and maybe finding raccoons in the house.” Miriam quickly agreed, and shook her head yes. She had forgotten how dark it could get in the country. Besides, they could also see a fog rolling in from the west, so looking around the property was out of the question.

A few minutes later they were trying to get comfy with some blankets. Jeremiah was on the front seat, and Miriam was in the back (it was a four door pickup).  They were both restless, Jeremiah twisted and turned, and was giving up hope of any sleep, when Miriam sat up and said in a whisper, “Jeremiah I can’t sleep, maybe you should come back here.” He raised his eyebrows, and wondered. Was that an invitation to sleep……or? When he opened the back door to get in, he paused and said, “Miriam I don’t think this is going to work”. She was simply too tall.

She waved him in, so he thought he would give it a try. “Remember my shoulder is sore….”, he said. “Ok turn this way” she said. He said, “Ouch! Lift up your arm…….now turn”. “No turn this way……now lift your legs”, he continued. Somehow Miriam’s long legs wound up, over the front seat, with her head resting on his chest. She was asleep almost immediately, breathing with her mouth open. He had his good arm around her as he listened to her breathing, and the rain now pouring on the roof. It was a good way to fall asleep, he thought, and he was out like a light.

When they got out of the truck in the morning, they were stunned, with how beautiful the place was. Someone had been taking good care of the farm. There were no animals, but there was still the smell of cow manure lingering. Miriam didn’t mind, in fact, it reminded her of her village in Africa, especially during the spring cattle drives.

“We need to do lots of planning Jeremiah, to get ready for planting next year”, she said, as they walked to the house. He was already seeing a great building to set up the lab in, and pointed to a large garage, “Look the laboratory……” They spent the day getting the house in order, and unloading.

They left the window open, in the master bedroom that night, to breathe in the cool, country air. It was Jeremiah that heard it first, the familiar hum of a drone, hovering just outside their window. Lights were flickering. “Miriam wake up — drone!”, he whispered.

Miriam did wake up, heard the noise and saw the lights, but she was more concerned about Jeremiah. As he lay on his back, she moved over, and placed her long upper body over his. She whispered, “Shhh!” Peering into his eyes, she said, “Let’s not think of drones and guns Jeremiah……” She placed a single finger on his lips, and shook her head no. “Let’s think about us…….. instead……..” Then it was her lips that found his, and they tangled in a beautiful warfare…….

    

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

A Few Thoughts on Writing Fiction

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Fiction is a hard sell. In other words, poetry, photography, and art, are going to do much better in the blogging world, than a piece of fiction, but there is a simple, and wonderful reason for that. There are so many incredible blogs, with such outstanding work, that we long to take it all in. So if you do like I do, I go through the reader, just amazed, and I go on to the next post quickly.

Fiction takes a lot of time to read, and when we post it, we are asking the reader to invest time in us, and our work. So with that in mind, I try to keep my segments short. I would like them to be a little over four hundred words, but they always go over it. I cringe when I start hitting six hundred words, because I know I need to make it worth the investment the reader is making.

But I love, love, writing fiction. Several of you have asked me to continue with the Last People series, and that is a huge thrill for me. I am enjoying this series more than any other series I have written. The two main characters are so different from one another, and yet they love each other in amazing ways. I wanted it to be that way. It also gives me a wonderful opportunity to explore culture. If you’ve been following the blog for a while, you know how I love other cultures and people!

By the way, Robert and Belinda, from the Escape series, wanted me to tell you hello. They are still down in the Dominican Republic, and working on getting married. Don’t expect to get a postcard from them though, they are going to be busy!

Peace.

      

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Blessings to everyone.

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

Get Back Up Again

     

Do you ever get discouraged? I do. I think we all do. Regardless of what we face in life, such as broken relationships, financial loss, and even blog stats taking a severe downturn 😦  we can not only live through it, we can keep going. Fortunately I married the most beautiful woman on the planet (inside and out) and she encourages me to keep fighting. 

I love the fact that there is always something that motivates us on the inside, to get back up. Some use positive thinking, some have faith, but we all have something in us that tells us not to quit. And if someday I don’t have a blog, I will still keep going. And I will have a lot more free time! But to be honest, I blog because I love to write. Thanks for reading!

Here is a song, be careful with your ears!

      

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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