What I Wish They’d Invent

When the Beatles recorded Eleanor Rigby they made a lot of sad people happy someone had noticed them. The happy people paused and gave thought…yes it was sad…“All the lonely people, where do they all come from?”

Not all people who live alone are lonely. There are lonely people living within large groups of people.  Loneliness is a state of mind capable of feeding itself sad experiences for the rest of its life.

So I wish they’d invent…

A system/machine, based on the hologram, challenging loneliness. Not another dumb-down drug.

Current research says it takes 21 days for the brain to incorporate a new habit.   Programs could be tailored to client needs or one universal one.  As complicated as some people’s lives are, the foundation of brain change is probably in the factor of one.

I will go out on a limb here and say I believe it is this:

The need to sense we are receiving love and respect.

Could a hologram field change the brain’s belief in its self?

Perhaps you have heard of the research supporting:

“What we think about we experience.”

“We cannot give to others what we don’t have for ourselves first.”

“Thinking will make it so.”

Any invention to help the brain get back on its feet. To experience the world it’s missing, would have great benefits for the heart.  Once healed and re-oriented, the world could well be shocked by the people showing up on the page.  No longer suffering somewhere alone.

Perhaps this invention is already underway.  Loneliness is worth talking about.

Here’s a cool U-tube video of Paul McCartney (2009) in New York singing with his band,

Eleanor Rigby, Sing the Changes, Band on the Run

Google the lyrics to “Sing The Changes”.  Maybe this is where the invention is or how it will be discovered.

I hope this blog has got you thinking about :“what I wish they’d invent” .  Write your own essay on this and see where it leads.  As always I hope to inspire my readers towards their own creative discoveries.  

 What I Wish They’d Invent

© Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)
©Kathy Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
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Children Want Peace On Earth

Katie, the Cariboo Song Rider
Children Want Peace On Earth was scrawled on a wooden sign, as I walked through Lorraine’s Arrowhead greenhouse on Horse Lake Road.
 
The sign became the inspiration for a song I later wrote and then forgot about.  When Lorraine was diagnosed with cancer I remembered it.  It had been eight years…”Oh…no…I never told Lorraine…maybe it will cheer her up.” It did and more…
 
Luckily, the song wasn’t as hard to find as some of my work has been.  I call it my treasure hunt and if you come back to my blog, I’ll explain it over time.
 
Lorraine has since passed away.  In honour of her love for growing and for a world full of beauty and ORGANIC I will leave you with the lyrics to her song.  I hope someday to hear children singing:  “Sing Lorraine’s song…“

Lyrics to Song (followed by a recording)

Children Want Peace On Earth

Children want Peace on Earth
And Love for everyone’s Life
To get along when things go wrong
So take a big breath, and sing Lorraine’s song…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And a safe place for all living things
To see our hands respect the land
For in our dreams we are more than we seem…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And lots of food and to play
To fly so free where no nets should be
To laugh out loud and always be proud…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And an end to war and to grief
To hold their candles in the wind
And know the flame grows strong between friends…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

© Katie Kidwell, 2006, SOCAN

Here is the audio recording:

You can listen to this song at it’s web page or on SoundCloud

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving blog

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Conrad O’Brien-ffrench

I remember drawing with Conrad…
Conrad O’Brien-ffrench.   He was an aristocrat who had been a spy. My parents, who knew him, told me he had been a close pal of Ian Fleming’s. Conrad was the “real” James Bond.
 
Conrad laughed when you asked him but a lot of people knew this about him.
 
I knew him as an old man who could draw and paint horses, people and places. Here I was walking down a dirt road with him. A little girl and an old man and all because I told him I liked to draw. So he invited me to come along with him.
 
I remember sitting behind the Bridge Creek Estate barn with him. Drawing horses and fences and the way the grass grew along the creek. He told me I must know the anatomy of a horse if I want to be able to draw it moving. He drew bones on my paper and I still have it.
 
It was a wonderful afternoon. Drawing and talking. Later, I saw his home in Colorado when I went to visit my Aunt. She signed me up for one of his drawing workshops. It was on hands and feet and eyes which he was very good at.
 
The workshop was okay but nothing like that afternoon sitting behind the barn drawing. He is gone now and I tease myself with the memories of sketching with the real James Bond.
(from my 1992 notes at Elko, Nevada)
During an estate sale a few years ago, I found an oil painting by Conrad that had been stored in Lord Martin’s Attic.  It was leaning against a wall behind Lillian’s piano.  There was no price on it.  I asked  and bought it!  When I took it to the framers I discovered it wasn’t square. I knew Conrad had painted it on one of his many visits to the Lodge and had used the wood from their local wood shop.   So I took it to my trusted carpenter friend, Peter Dalby (who also knew Conrad).  He did the job proud and $400.00 plus dollars later it was framed.  A fitting wood frame of knots and beauty.  It is a picture of Jesus in the Garden.
 
Not the best of photography but for now.
1969 Oil Painting by Conrad O'Brien-ffrench
Sermon On The Mount

Conrad wrote in pen, on a piece of manilla paper glued to the back of this painting the following, which was later lifted and placed onto the new backing:

This is what he wrote: 

Sermon On The Mount  “The Kingdom of God is within you”  Leo Tolstoy wrote a book with this Title concluding it in 1893 the year I was born .  Conrad
Partial/Close up of 1969 Oil Painting on board of Jesus by Conrad O’Brien-ffrench 19″ x 38″
Also written on the board before back was put on: “I am the Vine, Ye are the branches.”

©Katie Kidwell, 2018, The Living of Loving

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The Christmas Loon

Terry’s Loon Box

THE CHRISTMAS LOON

     On the last Christmas my brother Terry was alive, I heard a loon. From the top balcony, outside his house it came, drifting down Sheridan lake.

I had stepped out to be by myself. Admiring the stars and the way the snow wrapped itself on the tree’s. Here and there a Christmas light poked through on the tree closest to the balcony. Having enjoyed a beautiful Christmas dinner with my family I pondered there. The haunting sound of a loon answered. I looked down the lake thru moon light and shadow only to hear it again.

“Loons in the winter,” I thought. “Was it possible?” So I went downstairs where the men hang out.

“You’ll never guess what I heard…a loon on the lake!”

I had to speak a couple of times. They seemed to be unaware of what I was saying. Then it came:

“Oh no! That couldn’t be…,” they chorused.

     Perplexed, I went back up the stairs and stood by the large glass patio windows. The night was bright and the stars were dazzling. Turning to face my sister-in-law Roberta’s shelves, I was deep in thought. I know what I heard.

     Faintly, like whispered murmurings, the sounds of a nature tape. “Oh,” I thought, Roberta had this on so low she must have thought she had turned it off! Would this tape have the sound of a loon on it? And if so, how did it get outside, increase in volume and come down the lake?

Today, I remember my brother Terry with the only craft he ever made. Dad had shown him how to make a loon box out of wood. He only made a few so I bought one before the other’s went into Roberta’s store. This was the summer before anyone knew… Now I have his loon box and the mystery of the loon I heard after our last Christmas Dinner with him.

Did the loon call come from the tape? How did it find its way into a beautiful night and setting? I often think of it as the Christmas Loon and it makes me think of my big brother.

“Shake a paw for a treat!” Sam and Boots with Terry 10 years earlier @ Christmas 1988.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018

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Benny & Jesus

Benny @ Mitchell Lake age 85, 2004

This is what I wrote on the back of this photo:

Benny moved this cabin at age 85, 172 feet with 5 come-alongs and 6 jacks the summer of 2004 at Mitchell Lake all by himself.  He used 7 tied logs under the house.  Moved 30 feet up (first) then sideways and then down to new foundation.  Benny made the rails in the picture.

I remember like yesterday, the coffee Bennie and I had discussing his recent trip to Mitchell Lake.  He was often called in on tough jobs as the old timers knew he was one Norwegian who knew his stuff when it came to moving and re-enforcing log buildings.  Young people sought him out.

Benny had a secret way of moving things.  He never did anything without praying to Jesus first.  He told me he would get on his knees and before crawling under the buildings he was moving, he would always pray to Jesus.  Then when he crawled out, he always prayed to Jesus.  Benny loves Jesus.

Benny is in his 90’s now, almost blind and hard of hearing.  He seldom comes out with his son as he also has arthritis.  I miss our talks but now Benny is mostly speaking in Norwegian.  Whatever language Benny is using, I know Jesus is listening.  He always has.

©Kathy Kidwell, 2018  The Living Of Loving

Previously published on-line:  © Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)   ©Kathy Kidwell, 2015  Living for the Present Moment Now (no longer on-line)