# 47 Visit to a Friend

It is healthy for Biddies and Geezers like us to … once in a while … get out of our usual surroundings and get some “new” experiences. Gives us “New Life.” As I write this I’m visiting my Biddie friend (let’s call her) Pam in Providences, Rhode Island.

It’s early in the morning and I am up with a cuppa coffee. Pam is still abed and won’t be up until about 10 am. So I have time to contemplate some of the mysteries of life.

 

I slept on a futon in the living room and now in my robe and PJ’s I look around at Pam’s world.

 

Culture Shock! Despite the many things Pam and I have in common, there are things that are so different. Where my digs in Quincy, Mass are bare and Spartan, Pam’s are filled with stuff. Not only furniture and kitsch, but also flowers and living plants. And a white Persian cat. Longhaired. My reaction? It is as if I have awakened into a dream … another world.

 

And I remember that our histories are also different. Yet we are friends. Deep within my spirit I know we were meant to be … friends. No surprise then that our living surroundings are different. This speaks to my spirit at this early hour.

 

It says none of us are “complete” in ourselves but we need “others” to meld into our soul to create a “whole.” I realize the model of male/female for all new life is not an accident but a lesson. I realize it is a model for the greater miracle of new “spiritual life.” The melding of my spirit with the Spirit of God. How THAT happens is for another blog post, but for right now …

 

I look forward to today when Pam and I will share the joy of each other’s company and the adventure of togetherness. Then later I will return to my apartment. I will return refreshed to my Spartan digs in Quincy which are just right for me so I have no distractions as I scribble books and stories to you, my friends who are on the other side of my laptop screen.

 

Shalom!

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#44 A CANDLE IN THE DARKNESS

There’s darkness in this world.

It is not silent,

Not without feelings,

Of Rage and Fear.

It is not a void

But is a globby smear,

That sticks on the skins of souls ,

With an itch they cannot scratch away,

In the darkness.

They need a light.

A single candle will do.

 

Can you be that candle?

A light of Hope?

A glow of love

With the warm whisper of

Forgiveness?

 

Alone I cannot.

I want to Rage back

And rouse Fear.

But I am not alone.

A Spirit that is not my own

Upon my spirit a Light has shown

The way of Love

And by His power

Love will be sown.

 

And You?

What will you do?

Alone you are dead wax and wick.

And rage and fear your politic

Until you invite the Light

To live in your soul

And transform your role

To be

A Candle In The Darkness

# 42 The Energy of Love

We may be getting older and losing some of our energy. But there is something about the energy of love we need to remember. Let me tell you a story about my friend Bob from several years ago.

There is no practical rationalization of Bob and his provision of firewood to me. There are many people in life that we may know that are acquaintances. But there are precious few that are truly friends.

Over a period of ten years both Bob and I were in financial difficulty, each for our own circumstances. At that time I was living on Quaker Hill, upstate New York. Knowing that I was continually short of hard cash, Bob took on the assignment to gather cut, split, deliver and stack up firewood for me to use in my wood stove. He did this as a gift to me. The firewood saved me megabucks in fuel oil. I do not know how I would have avoided possible bankruptcy without his gift of firewood.

But Bob was an old geezer like me. He could not move too swiftly anymore, especially on the very physical tasks of dragging logs out of the woods and making firewood. There were a lot of young bucks in our area that had all sorts of equipment and lots of energy and make a living providing economical firewood for country folk like us. Even so, I would not have been able to afford their prices. On the other hand, Bob took about four times as long to deliver a cord of wood, and the effort he put into it was almost certainly ten times that of a commercial woodman.

What’s the wood worth that Bob gave me?

What’s it worth? The wood is nothing! Sure, I appreciated the wood, but it was the loving kindness of his gift that mattered. He struggled day after day to get the wood to me. That is something nobody can pay for! It came from his heart. It is priceless!

Now, what did I have after I burned up the wood? Not just ashes. There was something else remaining from Bob’s loving kindness. Something that did not burn up with the wood.  You can’t see it or touch it.

There is a quotation from The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery where the Fox tells the Prince, “It is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.”

Bob’s thoughts of loving kindness began somewhere, were in our here and now for a moment, and then went somewhere that has no space or time. They are forever. The thoughts have in fact been multiplied. They were good when he had these thoughts, but when I received the gift of them and the wood, they were multiplied. I had thoughts of loving kindness myself.

And now I pass them on to you, my Biddies and Geezers. By your deeds you can pass them on. Multiplied.

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# 43 The Silent Zone

Just barely audible from this sanctuary of silence I am in is the tolling of the bell of the venerable old United First Parish Church United, a Unitarian Universalist congregation in Quincy, Massachusetts established in 1639. It was the church of the presidents, John Adams and John Quincy Adams.

My silent sanctuary is housed in an architecturally delightful annex of the Thomas Crane Library. It’s an awesome space and today is peopled only by me and three other studious souls plus a mousy librarian. At present she is the only source of sound as she sorts a few catalogue cards as silently as she can.

It’s not that the regular space of the library is noisy. It’s busy but not noisy. The entire library is a respite from the cacophony of the modern world. But the strictly enforced silence of this sanctuary allows for the whisper of the soul of the universe to be heard by enquiring minds … and put on paper or quietly typed into a laptop. I write these thoughts intercepted from that whisper into my black-marbled composition book longhand. My scribbling is barely audible and does not disturb the few other great thinkers in this cavernous room.

Having set the scene for you and wondering with great anticipation what Great Revolutionary Thought the universe will send me to copy into my composition book … and eventually publish on-line to an eager world on Amazon to the wonder, amazement, and praise of readers around the world?

But as the hour approaches noon, my body inquires of my musing mind, “What shall I do for lunch?”

Leaving the greater question for a moment my attention considers the options. There are a few restaurants reasonably close to the library as well as “Billy’s Café in the library itself. Or I could pack it all in and take a bus to my apartment and enjoy left-over shepherd’s pie with a glass of red wine.

For a few moments, aided by the silence of my surroundings, I wonder if there is a decision strategy to assist me in this important selection of the path of my immediate future. This must be a query that others face regularly and would benefit from the wisdom that could be whispered to me from the silent universe accessed by this Silent Zone. I could just quickly scribble it in my composition book and publish it after I have slaked the inconvenient hunger of my body.

For a moment I interrupt this train of thought. A profound realization overwhelms my mind. It is only in such a silent sanctuary as I currently inhabit could I contemplate, with seriousness, the consequences of the decision of where to eat. And, oh yes, “when”; this was the additional question my bodily instincts were sending to my brain in an almost audible stream of consciousness.

And then, whispered out of the sacred silence, and sorted from the medley of choices, was the refreshing fact, The Townsend Café’ was the closest place where I could get a glass of red wine with my lunch.

And so, I close my composition book. I give thanks for the Silent Zone where such vital life decisions may be made.

I’m out to lunch.

 

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# 41 Unconditional Love

Hey Biddies and Geezers, practice unconditional love and you can fix your life and be part of fixing the entire world. Really!

14 years ago as a 72 year old geezer I wrote “Welcome’s Today: a tale of unconditional love and quantum physics.” I just read it again and I am amazed how much of it is coming true. Part of the story is how unconditional love will transform the middle east by the power of God’s love.

But also … how God’s Love is explained by science, especially the science of quantum physics.

And all of this is cast in the relationship of a guy and his remarkable cat.

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# 40 God Laughs

God laughs!

Didn’t anyone tell you? He laughed. He will laugh and he is laughing now. He laughs victoriously because he always wins. It’s a joy!

Who told you that God is angry? Did that person want something from you? Could they get God to smile on you?

The time has come to spread the Good News. God laughs and wants you to laugh and be in joy with Him. (With Him in you.) For that reason I have begun writing a new book, “God Laughs: God in Us.” It will take about a year to write it. Maybe I will post some completed chapters on this blog during the year.

Some may remember the shortest verse in the Bible, “Jesus wept.” How could that be when “God Laughs?” watch this space for my blogs and you will get the simple answer.

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