Wednesday, 13 December 2017

The windows of the world. . .

Let the sun shine through. . . 

The windows of the world are covered with rain
Where is the sunshine we once knew?
Everybody knows when little children play
They need a sunny day to grow straight and tall
Let the sun shine through

Who knows what children need?  Have you thought about what you did as a child? 
You might have had great memories of growing up or they might be days that you would rather forget.  If your life was a movie, you might have a soundtrack or film score that warns you about certain situations to avoid but you never fully realise until it's too late.  Memories of sunshine should be pleasant and warm, giving you reassurance that more sunny days like this will fill your life.  But you might find yourself looking out the windows of the world with rain covering the glass. 

The windows of the world are covered with rain
When will those black skies turn to blue?
Everybody knows when boys grow into men
They start to wonder when their country will call
Let the sun shine through

What call are you expected to heed?
I'm supposed to be writing a business case right now but I'm either having a mental block or just generally procrastinating.  There is no excuse to get it finished in the next 30 minutes and finally get to sleep.  Sometimes you know when you're in the zone and the words won't flow, so blogging right now is a good way to ease into it.  It is extremely easy to be negative and to misconstrue every look, every message that comes your way.  When people come calling for you, even when it is your country, will you be prepared?  What ways are we searching to fulfil promises or live through challenges that seem to block us and create self doubt?  We must make space for the sun to shine through.



The windows of the world are covered with rain
What is the whole world coming to?
Everybody knows when men cannot be friends
Their quarrel often ends where some have to die
Let the sun shine through

The futility that comes with fighting can only be realised when one stops.
So there is no more internal struggle and no more outer explanations for what cannot be explained.
If we slow down enough, we can see how fast the rest of world are in a hurry to die.  Some men have to die because they think it is what they are meant to do and they walk willingly into the valley of death.  What do you do when you are surrounded by so much death?  Remove yourself from the equation?  Think more positive thoughts so that you can manifest them into reality?  Sometimes the windows of the world are covered with rain because our glass windows needs to be cleaned when we are unwilling to clean.

The windows of the world are covered with rain
There must be something we can do
Everybody knows whenever rain appears
It's really angel tears
How long must they cry?
Let the sun shine through

I hope that you know that when it rains, it is because the land needs to be nourished too. 
Eating a meal last night with work colleagues, it was a signal that our team would never be the same.
I wondered what else we could do to regain and relive and still enjoy the memories that we shared together.  As we sat there and ate together, we reminisced and laughed about all the years we had spent as a team, learning about each other's strengths and I smiled thinking about how much we had not only grown as a team, but as individuals.  I'm not sure if it's the end of the year or because there are so many changes, but there is no need for you to feel left behind.  I think one thing we need to remember is that everyone develops at their own pace or rate of change.  Just because everyone else is moving on and changing around you - it doesn't mean you have to.  There is no need to compare yourself to others.  Instead, stay true to yourself and work on your pathway.  In time, we will wander through so many houses that show us that the windows of the world are covered with rain. In spite of all that, we must always remember to recognise those angel tears, reflect on the pain, but never dwell on it, but just let the sun shine through. . .