The Light Shine Inn: The Warmer Blog

It's 2011, and it's no warmer outside than it was in 2010. So I decided I wanted to make my blog a warmer place, a place where the Christmas Spirit will be welcomed all through the year. I wanted to make a place where people discuss The Beautiful Moments In Life, a place where Individuality is Embraced. A place to feel the Warmth Within, and remember the love around us. So from this moment forth I declare my blog no longer my blog, it is now The Light Shine Inn.

The Light Shine Inn is always open, and Freedom of Speech is always welcome. So don't hesitate to leave your comments. So feel free to grab a slice of Love Cake and a Cup of Calm, and feel free to Forget Whatever You Want.

The Light Shine Inn: The Warmer Blog

It's 2011, and it's no warmer outside than it was in 2010. So I decided I wanted to make my blog a warmer place, a place where the Christmas Spirit will be welcomed all through the year. I wanted to make a place where people discuss The Beautiful Moments In Life, a place where Individuality is Embraced. A place to feel the Warmth Within, and remember the love around us. So from this moment forth I declare my blog no longer my blog, it is now The Light Shine Inn.

The Light Shine Inn is always open, and Freedom of Speech is always welcome. So don't hesitate to leave your comments. So feel free to grab a slice of Love Cake and a Cup of Calm, and feel free to Forget Whatever You Want.

The Most Beautiful Moment In My Life...

This is a true story, but names have been changed for privacy reasons...

I was 14, I was unsure of myself, and I was immature. I had friends, two great friends in fact Lily and Hope. They were both great girls, they both liked a bit of drama like any 14 year old girl. There would be fall outs and bust ups. Me and Lily would argue a lot, but we knew really that we loved each other (and are still best of friends now). 

We were okay at school I wasn't there a lot, and when I was there I would be a bit on the bad side. But Lily and Hope still knew I was just an idiot and loved me for it. We were hung up with things like boys, and getting wasted at the weekend (like most British teenagers). 

Hope was a great girl, she was confident, fun and a good friend and had a big heart when she wanted to. And Lily was also all of the above. They were both very Intelligent also. Everyday after school would finish we would leave school and go to Hope and Lily's for them to get changed before we would go off and do something pointless like sit on a bench for hours. I couldn't go home because I lived too far from school. So this was just a normal day like any other. We causally walk up to graces house, happy as could be for a normal afternoon.

Now Hope's family were a bit different, and her parents should be commended for there ability to love. And through it all they both had sight problems. Both were basically blind. 

Now personally I would think it horrible to be blind like most. But her parents never seemed angry about it, in fact her mother always spoke in such a soft nice warm tone, as though talking to a child, but it was never patronising. Don't get me wrong things weren't perfect they obviously had arguments like most families etc.

Anyway on this day me, Lily and Hope arrived on Hope's doorstep. Hope went in and her mum was there in the corridor waiting for her. She looked very happy, like a child on Christmas morning there was a sparkle about her. She was a bit excitable, and she explained to us how she had been given some new glasses by the NHS..And that these glasses had made it so she could see slightly, especially close up.

So she then turns to her daughter Hope, who remember is 14 years old, and says, "come closer, Hope" and grace is a bit confused but shuffles closer. And as she gets quite close in her mum turns to her and says "This is the first time in 14 years I have been able to look at my daughters face properly!" 

At this moment me and Lily are a blubbering mess, this was a moment that two 14 year old's were not prepared for. It was like a blessing to be allowed to see such a warm and loving moment. And still to this day I remember it, it may be blurry with time, but its there warm in my heart. As the moment I learnt a lot more about life and love. 

How must this woman have felt to finally see her daughter properly after 14 years. It was probably one of the greatest days of her lives. And I would like to thank her for that moment, because no matter what even in the midst of all that teenage angst, I could still stop to recognise a moment of pure happiness. So perhaps those out there who have yet to feel a moment of pure happiness, perhaps they will never. Perhaps they treat others with hate and discrimination perhaps it's because they haven't had a beautiful moment to keep them in place ad remind them that beauty can be found in the most unexpected of places, at the most unexpected of times. And hopefully one day they will be blessed. 

So when Hope steps into someone's vision and you see that, then remember that Hope exists around you whether it exists in your current moment or not. It will come even if it takes 14 years.

The Most Beautiful Moment In My Life...

This is a true story, but names have been changed for privacy reasons...

I was 14, I was unsure of myself, and I was immature. I had friends, two great friends in fact Lily and Hope. They were both great girls, they both liked a bit of drama like any 14 year old girl. There would be fall outs and bust ups. Me and Lily would argue a lot, but we knew really that we loved each other (and are still best of friends now). 

We were okay at school I wasn't there a lot, and when I was there I would be a bit on the bad side. But Lily and Hope still knew I was just an idiot and loved me for it. We were hung up with things like boys, and getting wasted at the weekend (like most British teenagers). 

Hope was a great girl, she was confident, fun and a good friend and had a big heart when she wanted to. And Lily was also all of the above. They were both very Intelligent also. Everyday after school would finish we would leave school and go to Hope and Lily's for them to get changed before we would go off and do something pointless like sit on a bench for hours. I couldn't go home because I lived too far from school. So this was just a normal day like any other. We causally walk up to graces house, happy as could be for a normal afternoon.

Now Hope's family were a bit different, and her parents should be commended for there ability to love. And through it all they both had sight problems. Both were basically blind. 

Now personally I would think it horrible to be blind like most. But her parents never seemed angry about it, in fact her mother always spoke in such a soft nice warm tone, as though talking to a child, but it was never patronising. Don't get me wrong things weren't perfect they obviously had arguments like most families etc.

Anyway on this day me, Lily and Hope arrived on Hope's doorstep. Hope went in and her mum was there in the corridor waiting for her. She looked very happy, like a child on Christmas morning there was a sparkle about her. She was a bit excitable, and she explained to us how she had been given some new glasses by the NHS..And that these glasses had made it so she could see slightly, especially close up.

So she then turns to her daughter Hope, who remember is 14 years old, and says, "come closer, Hope" and grace is a bit confused but shuffles closer. And as she gets quite close in her mum turns to her and says "This is the first time in 14 years I have been able to look at my daughters face properly!" 

At this moment me and Lily are a blubbering mess, this was a moment that two 14 year old's were not prepared for. It was like a blessing to be allowed to see such a warm and loving moment. And still to this day I remember it, it may be blurry with time, but its there warm in my heart. As the moment I learnt a lot more about life and love. 

How must this woman have felt to finally see her daughter properly after 14 years. It was probably one of the greatest days of her lives. And I would like to thank her for that moment, because no matter what even in the midst of all that teenage angst, I could still stop to recognise a moment of pure happiness. So perhaps those out there who have yet to feel a moment of pure happiness, perhaps they will never. Perhaps they treat others with hate and discrimination perhaps it's because they haven't had a beautiful moment to keep them in place ad remind them that beauty can be found in the most unexpected of places, at the most unexpected of times. And hopefully one day they will be blessed. 

So when Hope steps into someone's vision and you see that, then remember that Hope exists around you whether it exists in your current moment or not. It will come even if it takes 14 years.

Endless Possibilities of Fighting With A Blank Canvas

I saw a man, he was slumped alone in the doorway in the cold. His eyes looked faded, as though he could not see life any more, just the death that consumes it. He looked vacant, he looked alone, the windows to his soul were wounded. He was wounded. How did he get there? I immediately assume drugs. But I'm probably wrong, he looks at me, he notices me noticing him. But he doesn't care, he can't really see me, and he assumes I can't see him. He lowers his head, as though a submission to his emptiness, his unimportance in life. The pain in his face looked old and withered, and I felt pang of guilt and empathy. How could I not? 

This man had suffered so much tragedy, I could see it. He thought himself pointless, I could feel it. Could he really be to blame for this? Could you really say, well he probably put himself there in the first place. Is that the right thing to say. Isn't he a person? Aren't we entitled to make mistakes. 

But what I really want to know is, did this man fight? Did he cling to life? Or did he go down without a fight? This man could of been there for so many reasons, but what had brought him to give up. To vacate this world in preparation for his inevitable end.

Shouldn't he always fight for his right to live the life with love. Does someone miss him? Is there any tears being shed for him out there? Is there a home for his weary feet? 

I wish I could see his footprints in the sand, to know if he could fight, would fight, should fight. If there is no love for him, is he right in giving up. Does he shed a tear at night, when he lies alone in the cold, no warmth, no home. This man, this sunken shell of a man, his emptiness.

Peel back the layer, break down the walls, tear down the sky. Un-paint the picture, erase the story, and just see the blank expression on my face. I am a canvas, an endless possibility. I become me. Isn't becoming what you would call me one of the most beautiful things on this Earth. Aren't we as an individual just an intense array questions, answers, emotions, opinions. Don't we as a singular person exist alone as an entire universe. Should we really explore the world when we need to explore ourselves. Is that not the next step in evolution?
The world has so much to offer, but as a human as a person, we have everything to offer. We are the master of our own possibilites, our future.
Take up your mind your soul and your heart and paint your own picture, don't go down without a fight!

Endless Possibilities of Fighting With A Blank Canvas

I saw a man, he was slumped alone in the doorway in the cold. His eyes looked faded, as though he could not see life any more, just the death that consumes it. He looked vacant, he looked alone, the windows to his soul were wounded. He was wounded. How did he get there? I immediately assume drugs. But I'm probably wrong, he looks at me, he notices me noticing him. But he doesn't care, he can't really see me, and he assumes I can't see him. He lowers his head, as though a submission to his emptiness, his unimportance in life. The pain in his face looked old and withered, and I felt pang of guilt and empathy. How could I not? 

This man had suffered so much tragedy, I could see it. He thought himself pointless, I could feel it. Could he really be to blame for this? Could you really say, well he probably put himself there in the first place. Is that the right thing to say. Isn't he a person? Aren't we entitled to make mistakes. 

But what I really want to know is, did this man fight? Did he cling to life? Or did he go down without a fight? This man could of been there for so many reasons, but what had brought him to give up. To vacate this world in preparation for his inevitable end.

Shouldn't he always fight for his right to live the life with love. Does someone miss him? Is there any tears being shed for him out there? Is there a home for his weary feet? 

I wish I could see his footprints in the sand, to know if he could fight, would fight, should fight. If there is no love for him, is he right in giving up. Does he shed a tear at night, when he lies alone in the cold, no warmth, no home. This man, this sunken shell of a man, his emptiness.

Peel back the layer, break down the walls, tear down the sky. Un-paint the picture, erase the story, and just see the blank expression on my face. I am a canvas, an endless possibility. I become me. Isn't becoming what you would call me one of the most beautiful things on this Earth. Aren't we as an individual just an intense array questions, answers, emotions, opinions. Don't we as a singular person exist alone as an entire universe. Should we really explore the world when we need to explore ourselves. Is that not the next step in evolution?
The world has so much to offer, but as a human as a person, we have everything to offer. We are the master of our own possibilites, our future.
Take up your mind your soul and your heart and paint your own picture, don't go down without a fight!

The Right, The Wrong, and The Wonderful!

In society today were always asking ourselves in fact we are obsessed with, what is right, what is wrong, but shouldn't we just ask ourselves more often, what is wonderful?
Life is about making wrong turns, like getting lost right before an important interview or meeting and Wrong decisions, like walking out on the person you love through fear of commitment, and regretting it. But don't we learn from our mistakes? When we walk out on love, don't we learn to never walk out again, to stand and fight our inner demons. Does that mean we have to be wrong in order to be right?

We feel great about right turns and our right decisions, like getting married, or taking a left instead of a right and bumping into an old friend and rekindling a great friendship. Isn't it the unexpected moments that make our right decisions even more right?
But more importantly, what about the wonderful in our lives? Whether whatever we find wonderful is right or wrong? Does that matter? For it to be wonderful does it have to be right? What is wonderful? Is wonderful a word, like love that is subjective to it's user?
In my view it's right to be wrong about the wonderful! Because though others may find your wonderful wrong, for you at the time of wonderful it is right!
For me wonderful is, the feeling of knowing a loved one is by my side through thick and thin. The feeling of knowing that I've worked hard to accomplish my own dreams and aspirations.
But my wonderful doesn't stop in love or achievement, it dwells in 'The seven sins'...It is wonderful for me to splash around in wealth whenever I get the chance, it is wonderful for me to indulge in my own self worth and pride! The list goes on, and for me it is right, because it feels wonderful, but to you it may be wrong.
So I pose the question, is it right to live in a world full of self wonder? Is it right to enjoy what others may see as wrong? So many people, die trying to right the wrongs, but what if we tried just making things wonderful?
Stop dwelling in what's right or wrong, and dwell in being wonderful, because life has wonders, and we should live for the life we love.
But in a whole other sense should we really ignore what is wrong and what is right? I think even they are words of an abstract nature, so it is up to us ourselves to define what is right and what is wrong, and what they mean. Free will is ours, and the freedom of thought is everlasting, unlock a thought and delve deeper into it, and find the wonderful in your rights and wrongs.
The message of this is, an abstract word is our friend, use it , but don't abuse it. But those who have an abstract word must always know, with great power comes great responsibility.

The Right, The Wrong, and The Wonderful!

In society today were always asking ourselves in fact we are obsessed with, what is right, what is wrong, but shouldn't we just ask ourselves more often, what is wonderful?
Life is about making wrong turns, like getting lost right before an important interview or meeting and Wrong decisions, like walking out on the person you love through fear of commitment, and regretting it. But don't we learn from our mistakes? When we walk out on love, don't we learn to never walk out again, to stand and fight our inner demons. Does that mean we have to be wrong in order to be right?

We feel great about right turns and our right decisions, like getting married, or taking a left instead of a right and bumping into an old friend and rekindling a great friendship. Isn't it the unexpected moments that make our right decisions even more right?
But more importantly, what about the wonderful in our lives? Whether whatever we find wonderful is right or wrong? Does that matter? For it to be wonderful does it have to be right? What is wonderful? Is wonderful a word, like love that is subjective to it's user?
In my view it's right to be wrong about the wonderful! Because though others may find your wonderful wrong, for you at the time of wonderful it is right!
For me wonderful is, the feeling of knowing a loved one is by my side through thick and thin. The feeling of knowing that I've worked hard to accomplish my own dreams and aspirations.
But my wonderful doesn't stop in love or achievement, it dwells in 'The seven sins'...It is wonderful for me to splash around in wealth whenever I get the chance, it is wonderful for me to indulge in my own self worth and pride! The list goes on, and for me it is right, because it feels wonderful, but to you it may be wrong.
So I pose the question, is it right to live in a world full of self wonder? Is it right to enjoy what others may see as wrong? So many people, die trying to right the wrongs, but what if we tried just making things wonderful?
Stop dwelling in what's right or wrong, and dwell in being wonderful, because life has wonders, and we should live for the life we love.
But in a whole other sense should we really ignore what is wrong and what is right? I think even they are words of an abstract nature, so it is up to us ourselves to define what is right and what is wrong, and what they mean. Free will is ours, and the freedom of thought is everlasting, unlock a thought and delve deeper into it, and find the wonderful in your rights and wrongs.
The message of this is, an abstract word is our friend, use it , but don't abuse it. But those who have an abstract word must always know, with great power comes great responsibility.