Echoes in the wind

Tonight I find myself with a rare opportunity; I actually have a night to myself. Obviously this means that I worked really, really hard trying to catch up on all the work I’ve missed out on due to that round leather ball, and didn’t spend it lying on my bed, vegging (apparently this is not a word, so I’m inventing it as it really should be) out in front of my PC watching videos online.

To be honest I have no idea what’s going to come next, I just had the urge and time to write something… so here goes…

Let’s look at the start… the title. I often try and link the title of my post to what’s written underneath- after all I am a good little linguist – but today I just made up a title first and am now going to see if I can link it into the post; a challenge I’m sure you’ll agree I’m not up to, but hey there’s no harm in trying…

So, what’s the first thing that springs to mind when you think of sound echoing in the wind? For me there were many things, some even Biblical, but obviously it is down to your own interpretation; it’s like one of those exam questions you get in GCSE RE where it asks you “what you think” and as long as you babble about nothing concrete you get the marks.

Anyways, enough with the nonsense; below are some of the things that sprang to my mind – some are conceivable, the others a bit more imaginative: -

1. Some dark, hooded, ghostlike figure gliding in and out of the trees of an old forest. It is night and there is a low mist covering the land. The figure leaves a trail of breached mist behind them as they coast unflinchingly towards their unknown target…spooky….

2. When you catch the faint trace of a conversation, but it is too restrained that you cant quite catch what is being said… then, before you know it, the noise is gone, and no hint of it remains;

3. Here’s the Biblical one… I think that some people think that God is like an echo in the wind. They know He’s there, and realise they should do something about it, but in their opinion He just doesn’t cut the mustard in today’s culture. He’s an alright guy, just nothing special, and is generally an afterthought that they’ll listen to when they can hear him better; if that is you beware – one day you will hear Him… I just pray it’s not too late in your case;

4. The persistence of a sound after its source has stopped, carried by the wind.

Obviously some of the above notions are more fanciful than others, and to be honest I used poetic licence in the first to make it sound a bit cooler; oh well there you go; I’m not perfect… contrary to popular belief.

I think I’ll stop my ramblings there… if you have any other philosophies to what you think “echoes in the wind” actually means, then please do let me know… I might even give the best a prize. If not then try making something up- to be fair that’s probably more interesting. Alternatively you could just quickly click on the “home” button and pretend you never read this; to be honest I don’t really care – sorry that that’s not very politically correct…I’m just an arrogant old man who’s set in his ways.

Hope this filled a hole in your boredom… I aim to please (notice “aim”).

Take care,

Daniel

Finding Neverland

From the very first moment of cohesive thought, I made a promise to myself; to never grow up. I always knew that childhood was the best time we would have on this planet, before seeing our creator, and due to this I wanted to be the real life Peter Pan. This wasn’t some sad, juvenile notion; there is a true underlying reason to it.

Although being a child meant that I would be free of responsibility, stress and graft (all of these things being a bonus), they weren’t the true reasons why I didn’t want to grow up. Instead, over the last couple of weeks I have really begun to realise what my true motives were…

In worldly standards I am probably seen as a bit of an oaf; a nice friendly oaf, but an oaf none the less. This perception of a Shrek-like persona doesn’t really bother me; if I’m honest I like my own space and, unlike many people, enjoy my own company to a greater extent of the time.

However, by doing this I have also shut myself off from many experiences people see as the norm in today’s culture. For example, I’ve never been in a relationship, never been clubbing, and never bungee-jumped one-legged off of the back of an elephant. This, to many of you may shock and appal you- I know you would have thought someone as handsome as me would’ve had the girls flocking in droves, and with my dance moves… actually not going to lie about that; the less said about them the better. It may surprise you though that I have no regrets that I’m different. In a sense it’s allowed me to hold onto my childhood for that little bit longer.

So why am I telling you this? Don’t worry ladies it’s not because I’ve come off the market, and it’s definitely not because I’ve recently caught disco fever. Instead, I wanted to challenge you by asking you, what is keeping you young? Have you forgotten what it is to be child once in awhile, or would you rather see your childhood to be a distant memory? Although it’s important to grow up, I also think it’s important to let your hair down once in a blue moon and remember the good old days, kick back and relax; after all the older we get the busier we seem to get also.

But all of that mumbo-jumbo (sorry love that phrase so had to fit it in somewhere) hasn’t really answered my question… why do I want to be a real life Peter Pan?

In a nut-shell, children are so pure; in thought, mind and deed. Even though they can be selfish, horrible and throw the occasional tantrum, I just love the way that they are innocent to the World. Death, violence, sex, drugs, immorality and the like don’t play on their minds; instead all they do is run around playing- not worrying what tomorrow may bring. Instead of impure thoughts on promiscuity and lust, they think about “who’s it”, and the only fix these kids will be getting is when they break their toy truck/doll because they are, “loving it too much”; generally the this responsibility falls to the dominant male in the house will take over the duty of the “fixing”, as they see it as their paternal right to perform the task, (however, in my experience I have found many women who are as good at this, if not slightly better – they’re just not given the chance… see, I’m not always a chauvinistic pig).

So why do I want to be Peter Pan? Let me answer with another question… “Who wouldn’t want to be Peter Pan?”

Stop striving too hard for tomorrow, when there’s a whole day in front of you to live first; and remember Mark Ch10 v13-15.

Take Care

Daniel

Mark 10:13-15 (New International Version)

"People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.""