Dance

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Once upon a time,
Dancing Stops Pancing

Once upon a time,
I danced with an old lady!

Dancing regenerates the spirit. I learn this at The Salvation Army's Adult Day Care place. I go there because of Revolution Hawaii. Yeah, because I am a volunteer, a missionary, a servant, a slave, a person, a soul, or even a victim. Ok, I mean, I am a new person. Because I spend time with old people. They should die. Sorry. Ahhhhh. I did not just say that. I need to delete those words. They should live. Not die. But I have thought differently, before. I would not work with the old people. They have no spirit. No regeneration. No future. No hope. No life. No potential. No goals. No flexibility. No, umm, I should stop. You get the point. No, you do not. I barely get the point. I mean, I thought I got the point. Yes, the youth are the future, but the seniors are the gold for the future. Secrets lie in the elders, the old folks. They do. They have inspiration. Yes. How can I say that? I do not know.

Once upon a time,
I would hang at the Adult Day Care,
each Thursday for two hours (about)!

Because of Revolution Hawaii. This year-long ministry gives us the option of choosing volunteer sites for the weekday afternoons. I chose to volunteer to work at this Adult day Care that is ran by The Salvation Army. I come around 1pm in the afternoon, after morning classes and lunch. Recently, I have been taking the bus to the place. It is near the Corps (the church of The Salvation Army). I hang there. I hear stories from them. One is about the age of 98. Many are around eighty years old. All of them would have to be above the age of sixty. There are around twenty or more old people there. Five or so are in wheelchairs. Several can walk ok, but they all have a walking stick or something, of some sort. They all are fading away. It reminds me that life does not last for ever. I must take today for granted, in a good way. I must take care of myself. All this helps me. It does. I see life in them. I see hope in them. There is potential in them. There are legends in them. And it is contagious. They need us. But we need them more! Yeah. Amazing, huh. I would not have written all this about a year ago. I mean I could of. But I would not totally mean it. But I am beginning to become a believer in all this again. It all begins with the idea of perception. perception and visibility. Those two are leading the way. They are tearing at the light and cracks of my own eye. They are bending the light within my own soul. They are doing things that I never thought I would. That is amazing. just a second ago, these two guys wondered what I was doing. "Are you writing a novel," one asked. Not yet. I explained to them about the day. About my change in thought. Because once upon a time I would hate people more. Even old people. Like, 'die' so to speak. Ah. Never say those things. People will hate you for hating people. I must stop. But I am. And I was telling them about how inspiration came to me. Lastly, I told them that as long as they are doing something then that is ok. That is all I said to them. While at the Palama Settlement place. But still, I need to take back those words. You must being doing the right things. Not just something. Just to clarify. Ok. Yeah. So, that is what I am saying. Life can be loved. All people have potential. Amazing. But is football a good sport? But visibility is tough. I am blind from it. But they are coming to me. Visibility is reclaiming the land of my souls.

Visibility Breaths me Revolution!

Visibility is the cousin to change. To revolution. To hope. To life. To all that. To regeneration. To courage. To the possibilities. Oh just think of the possibilities. Yeah! Yes. That is sweet. I think this amazing. I write to get this message across. Visibility is not always seen. I can only see what is in plain sight. I cannot see what is around the corner. That is why I must follow the cloud by day. And I must follow the pillar of fire by night. Sorry, I mean, I must follow destiny (just in case you have not heard the legends of old). But that is amazing.

I am thinking out loud, right now. I am thinking about all these words within the realm of visibility. I am trying to communicate my vision for pilgrims! We need clocks. I need to wait on my clock. I need to be still and know that I am not the one who made everything. Who did? That is another story. If you know me then you know that I believe in the Creator and Savior! But if you know me then you will also know that I love life. Am I making sense, right now? Never mind that. I need to go back to thinking. I am thinking about visibility. Ok. I see old people. And I always have. But they have not always been visible. Really. Beauty is hidden. I have not seen them as God would. I would not see their potential. I lacked real vision. But as a leader, I must seek vision. I must bow to those lens of grace. But so often, I lay down the lens of visibility. I do. I put on the eyes and ears of stereotyping! Ah. I do. I follow my eyes. But I need new eyes. I go by own eyes. How many times must I say this. I do this. You do this. But I have the wrong glasses. Can I borrow yours? I am holding on to clouds, to nails, to thorns, to hay, to rubbish. I am sinking in quicksand. Not in the Quicksilver. But in mud. In clouds of darkness. In a maze with no exits.

Then eyes of stereotyping:
are eating up all my typing!

The eyes of visibility:
are waiting in the world of reality!
But listen to the waves of mobility!

Monster me! Hello. I am eating myself, alive. Who have I become during the last several years? That is probably the gateway to many stories. Like, why do I not exercise as much? Why am I afraid of playing basketball? Or talking to girls? Or really enjoying life? Or doing things that I am suppose to? Why will I call somebody ugly? And how many times have I done that? Or things like that? Why do I let myself walk down the path of darkness? Because I know better not to that. To doubt. To fall. To stay silent in the realm of opportunity.
I need to wait for reality. For opportunity. For the mobility. And all that. And I have more to say. I must talk about this more, later. The lens of stereotyping has been cast at my friend, Jeffrey Walters of Revolution Hawaii. I have many things to say about this. And this is a deep subject. I do not mean to be mean. But there must be a resolution. You cannot talk incorrectly about Jeff or Blake Webb. This is a warning to anybody who is looking through the lens of a limited collection of vision and wisdom.

Recheck your lens!

And learn to dance!

Or fall behind!