White Nights

It looked like Brian Wilson in the audience.  I saw him on the side of the road.  At the time, I said I wanted to extend them into my own family.  It’s a brain and heart thing.  I can’t explain.

I saw an ex-wife while driving.  There is so much pain there.

This is a family with a lot of love in it.  There is so much love.

At the time, I said they need to be able to speak to one another because there is so much love.

I heard, does Brian want help?  I said, yes.  The answer has always been yes for him.

I said that what is going on in his head might be manifesting itself physically.

I said it might be helpful to have more than one therapist perhaps at a table discussion, so that Brian could hear more than one person and not feel he is being told what to do.  Allowing him to choose the thinking he finds works best in his well of truth.

But, I am just an hourly wage employee.

There is a woman throwing flowers on stage, there seems to be more than one person as the head doesn’t match the body nor do the mannerisms match the event.

There were actually lots of people.

I have a limit.

It’s like code.  Code is a machine or a program that can function on its own.  Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…it’s a metered-out mechanism.

I have a limit because it cannot be done in the same way it is used in a room.

Having me go back and write, because they demand of me at my paying job, is not how it is used in a room.  There is more than one type of room.  Some are bigger than others.

The way a person talks to each other in a room in not the same way you might speak to them outside of a room.

There is the young blonde man wearing a sweater who on the surface looks fine, yet why does he look like an orphan to me?  Did he get held?  Talked to?  Cuddled?  Played with while growing up without parents?

It is a big deal that I talked about in my head while at work because the children, children become citizens of our future.  They are the doctors, nurses, lawmakers, and the caregivers when we get old and need help taking care of ourselves.

I could go on another multi-page docket about the need to protect our children…I am behind schedule, I am only one person and yesterday was not good for me.

This one I imagine people have been waiting for although my guess he is not a big breakfast person just like me.  I am not writing it in a Coffee and Breakfast, I am going to do something else there instead.  Wearing a long jacket – there is another song there – he was walking in the background of the theatre – this Russian man.

Thinking of a theory while at work they prompted Whoopi Goldberg’s relative to walk by me in hopes I would share my thought – It must be really threatening for a man to see a woman with and using physical strength.

So, he wore the long jacket because she was wearing a long jacket.

The theory being that if there was a “terrorist-type” criminal being detained, they had a captive audience.  They could stream footage to one or multiple persons being held and detained.

Now, I don’t follow this thinking because it is illogical.

Listen, it is illogical for any person to not want for the betterment of all of man-kind.

However, if a man of a certain thinking saw me with great strength, unashamed how very threatening it would be to his thinking as I would be seen as an equal in thought, in respect, and position.

An equal who could stand beside him.

Let me remind you there is an Old Testament and a New Testament.  We live in New Testament times.

Another essay I could write about the purpose of living by grace, but I would rather write other stories.