# 51 Hitting a Brick Wall

Ow! Ow! Ow!

I just hit a brick wall.

These days seniors like us hit many brick walls Some because of health and age issues. Some because of financial problems. The wall I hit was about a relationship.

In my 80+ years of life I have learned much about getting through tough spots. Persistence and prayer usually work. But a brick wall? Butting my head against a brick wall can just get me hurt … not through it. If I keep trying I just get angry and bitter. Not good. I want to live my geezer years in joy!

Why is there a brick wall between me and the person, (a woman) in the relationship? There could be one of two reasons. The obvious reason is that the other person wants no more of me. Forcibly trying to break through that wall would be harassment. I don’t want that. But there is another possibility. It could be that God put the brick wall there because I was getting hurt in the relationship and God was watching my back. Butting my head against a wall that God built is dumb and stupid.

Is there another way? Another way to live my geezer years in joy? Yes there is but there is a little pain involved. I need to change, like look and move in a new direction. Change always requires a little pain … for a while … but it is good pain.

And so I look in a new direction. And see new people. And there are no walls.

I guess God has my back!

How am I doing? Leave a comment. Click share to share with friends. Click follow make .sure you see the next post.

See my books and stories on Doug Olsen’s Author Page

https://amazon.com/author/dougolsen

Photo by cousin Harvey George

 

 

#48 Life is an Omlet

Again … I’m writing this post from my friend Pam’s apartment. in Providence , Rhode Island. The Big Little. It’s 3 am and I’m having breakfast. An omelet left over from yesterday, reheated in the microwave. OMG it’s fabulous.

 

Some of you may never had an omelet so great it was still scrumptious heated over the next day.

 

So … when I realized that … I realized that the LIFE of a person is like an omelet.

 

Really? Sure! First there is the rather “pure” individual who lives a life like a “simple” omelet. A simple omelet is a couple of eggs wisked with a little milk and gently heated in a frying pan. Then slid onto a plate and maybe seasoned with a little salt and pepper. Nourishing, but certainly not exciting.

 

A few people add a couple of more ingredients to their omelets, (to their lives.) Maybe they like a little chopped onions or parsley. It’s still pretty much like a 9-5 job. The world needs 9-5 people.

 

The omelets Pam and I make are like the lives we have led. Filled with all sorts of interesting stuff so that eating it is a rare experience. This morning’s omelet had eggs and milk of course. Plus! Chopped onions, chopped celery, sliced green olives, capers, spinach, prosciutto, and even a little bit of shredded cheese.

 

The strong flavors melded together into an experience. Fantastic! Even reheated the next day.

 

It’s “the next day” in Pam’s life and my life. And the memories remain alive like our omelet. Fantastic.

 

How is your omelet?

 

See my books and stories on Doug Olsen’s Author Page

https://amazon.com/author/dougolsen

#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

# 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.

 

See my books and stories on Doug Olsen’s Author Page

https://amazon.com/author/dougolsen

 

 

 

# 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.

Like cats? Like science? Wonder about love? And Life? Spend a little time and read my book. It’s available on Amazon Kindle as an ebook and an audiobook. Click the link:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B006FKS4ES