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Christmas Letter To The Universe

Dear Universe,
Merry Christmas to the part of you that celebrates it, and Happy Days! to all. You may have noticed that this week’s Letters To The Universe is slightly different than usual.

It is a Christmas Special, and I am addressing it directly to you.

The times we are currently living in are rather funny to say the least. Interesting, possibly, for future historians who would like to look back to see how we primitives lived through the onset of technological advancement. I wonder how these future historians would view us?

Will they see how great we can be / could have been / are? Or will they see the divisions between us all which seem to be promoted wherever we look.

Will they see our triumphs and achievements? I hope so, because I can’t seem to see any today that I can write about here. There probably are some, there must be, and this is in no way meant to detract their greatness, but news of them is buried beneath petty political squabbles and frustrating political correctness, scandals, and propaganda that shouldn’t really exist in a modern and civilised society.

Perhaps future historians will see us from today as barbarians, but Universe, I’m writing today to advise that we are most certainly not. Not on the whole, anyway. We are filled with greatness and compassion and adventure and excitement and wonder and awe. We are somewhat confused and conflicted, I’ll give you that, and some of us do have ideologies where their way is the only way, but our historians have seen people like that from our past.

Perhaps in this coming year, we will see a change and move forward in leaps and bounds. We will free ourselves from our backward thinking mindsets and wake up to see us and our world for the greatness it actually is.

One thing I would like to say, Universe, is that through all of the rubbish that we put ourselves through, we are still here, and we still keep on keeping on. Jealousies, passions, crackpot ideas, and other stuff aside we are doing it… and generally doing it well.

Christmastime is the time to show goodwill to all men… or so we are told, but I believe we should aim to be showing goodwill to all men all of the time. Due to reasons mentioned earlier in this letter, sometimes that show of goodwill is more than a little challenging, but it also isn’t a pipe dream.

I know I spend quite a lot of my time away with the faeries, riding unicorns in Cloud Cuckoo Land, and return to find myself in a dark reality that shouldn’t really be here, but I try to seek out the Light and shine a positive glow wherever I can. A lot of other people I know do the same, and hopefully this Light will stand out in the future, so future historians will see that through our dark flaws we still have an inner Light that saw us through.

Thank you for reading, Universe, and once again Merry Christmas!

P.S. I always end with a P.S., so I don’t think there should be any difference for this special Christmas Letter To The Universe Christmas Special. I’d like to end with a simple quote or two or three or four…

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.

Og Mandino.

We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle.

Marilyn Monroe.

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.

Anon.

P.P.S Dear Universe, I have embedded a wish within this Letter, obviously for the Greatness of All. May we all share in the Light and show our future historians just how fabulous we really are.

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Letters The To Universe… Rearranged Edition, The

Dear Desk,
I’m awfully sorry to keep shifting you and things this way and that… but it is all for a good cause – it’s so I can use my brand new computer with ginormous monitor to do one thing, whilst using my existing computer to do another, such as update my blog. Your current layout works do much better than previous attempts, so I’m sticking with this one.

Dear Old Computer,
See? I told you I would still be using you.

Dear New Computer,
Hello and welcome to the Mansion, and beyond! I’m still installing my software, which I know will take a while, but it is taking a while. I shall get there one day soon, I know it!

Dear Thoughtless Dillops,
As you know, your terrible driving gives me the right to give you the name ‘dillop’. You may not give your disregard for other road users a second thought, but for some reason lately, I have been troubled by your less than adequate driving skills. I’m writing just to let you know, that from now on, you are on your own, and I shall merely observe your behaviour and dismiss both it and you in that instant. I need to rearrange my thought processes a little, but without having your actions there cluttering my mind, I should find this task quite easy.

Dear December,
Have you rearranged your days this year? I’m sure it was the first only yesterday.

Dear Brexit,
I do hope you are not trying to secretly try to coerce my vote should we be plunged into another ridiculous referendum. I tried to find an unusual word online that meant the same as ‘rearrange’, so it would tie in with this week’s Letters To The Universe. The website I chose advised me an antonym for ‘rearrange’ is ‘remain’, which made me think that it isn’t exactly an opposite meaning. Unless it’s just me and all I can see as the opposite there is leave.

Dear Fingers,
Please be aware that just because I haven’t mentioned you for a while, I am still aware that you are trying to influence my typing by rearranging my letters for me. Just because the keyboard is on the opposite side of the desk, the keys are still in the same place that they always have been.

Dear Blogland,
Just to explain, Fingers, for those of you who may be unaware, is my Inner Typist. He loves nothing more than rearranging my typing as I type. He makes it take twice as long to get a good post out.

And Finally, Dear Becky,
I’m running out of square photos for your December Square ‘Time’ challenge, but I do have a couple left… ‘foody’ ones, if you like. Today’s photo is ‘Lunch Time’…

Thank you for reading,

P.S. This is a scheduled post, so I shall be adding a link to Becky’s psot ltaer tdaoy. Orehtswie, vsiit Bkecy’s stie tughorh the Lniks Pgae avobe. FINGERS!!!!!

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Letters To The Universe… The First Edition In December

Dear December,
Nice to see you again, but haven’t you only just left from last year?

Dear December Weather,
I don’t know where I’ve gotten the idea from, but surely you should have a Wintry Christmas Card feel about you now, shouldn’t you? I mean soon, we may all be sending Christmas Cards with images of grey murky days on them instead of the wonderlands we normally see (together with the robins and baubles and so on!).

Dear Autumn,
I’m sure you weren’t this late last year. I mean some trees still have their full leaves on… and I’m not referring to the evergreens here, either! It’s no wonder the weather (which I’ve addressed in a previous letter) isn’t its normal self.

Dear December,
Are you sure that you are here again, and you haven’t just ‘hung around’ hiding somewhere to take us all by surprise when we least expected it?

Dear December,
Me again! I’d just like to inform you that I haven’t yet seen a single robin this time around… not even on a Christmas Card (as referred to in a previous letter!).

Dear Christmas Decorations,
You are brightening the place up immensely now, I must say, and you are very welcome now that December has come around once again. It doesn’t seem that long ago that you were all being taken down, but that’s December’s fault by springing up on us so suddenly. I am a little concerned that if I blink, I may see you being taken down again in record time, but that appears to be something I just have to get used to now.

Dear Twelvetide,
I’m sorry, but I have only just heard of you. I mean, I know of you, being the Twelve Days of Christmas and all that, starting on December 25th, but I’ve never heard of you before referred to as Twelvetide. Although it does make sense.

And Finally, Dear Christmastide,
Yes, I’ve only just heard of you as well, although Christmas Time and Yuletide are more familiar variations of you which I have heard of. Also, I’m slightly confused as some see you as identical to Twelvetide, and others see you differently. Mind you, I’ve always thought of the Twelve Days of Christmas as leading UP to Christmas Day, so what would I know???

Thank you for reading,

P.S. And here endeth the latest collection of Letters To The Universe, all based on observations or lack thereof! I think I’m going to have to start opening my eyes more, so I can actually take in a lot of what is going on around me, rather than letting a lot of things simply pass me by. Time is passing by at great speed now, so it seems a shame to get to this point of the journey and start missing the view.

Dear Blogland… have a fabulous weekend and wonderful fun-filled week next week.

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Letters To The Universe… The Getting Things Right Edition

Dear Me,
Oh, deary, deary me! Indeed… but wait! No need to be facetious, all things considered. You are doing perfectly fine just as you are. There is no need to control everything that happens. There is no need to understand the actions of everybody. There is no need to change your mind because somebody tells you to. You are fine just as you are. No… not fine. Perfect. Even with the flaws, you are still perfect.

Dear Storm Diana,
I’m confused. Did you blow through? Are you still blowing through? Did you blow hot and cold? If it was you on Thursday morning, your winds were very warm indeed… much too warm for this time of the year. But that said, you were a pleasant surprise.

Dear Cyclists,
I know that I cannot control a single thing that you want to do, but I can offer you a piece of advice, should you feel the need to take it (for your own safety more than anything else!) When you are riding on a dark evening, in the midst of ferocious winds and teeming rain, on a busy road, dressed in black, one-handed whilst speaking on a mobile phone, would it not be a good idea to turn your lights on? I think so. For your own safety, more than anything else.

Dear Cyclists,
When you finally turn your lights on, would it not be slightly more courteous to use the one which stays on all of the time for the other road users, rather than using the intense strobe light setting? Your flashing light momentarily distracted me as I was driving earlier and I could easily have not seen the cyclist mentioned in the previous letter. Luckily his lack of light made him stand out in the darkness, but only because his silhouette partially covered a sop window I was passing.

Dear Pedestrians,
Could you please let me know why, when you diagonally cross a road, ambling at a snail’s pace, you are always walking away from the direction of traffic that is moving your way? You seem to do so without a care in the world, even though you know that a huge motorised vehicle is just behind you.  When I was younger I was taught the Green Cross Code on how to cross a road, and still use those rules to this day. You may think me old fashioned, but that’s your problem!

Dear Christmas Decorations,
I’m loving seeing your colours springing up everywhere now that we are in the last few days of NOVEMBER.

Dear  Sleep,
You have been fabulous of late. Most refreshing and I (eventually) wake Feeling Good. I seem to be having strange dreams at the time the alarm goes off though, and in my blurry-eyed dream state it takes me a good half hour to realise it is the alarm that is sounding… even though I seem to subconsciously hit the snooze button every five minutes. Do you think you could look into this for me? I’d do it myself, but I’m just loving the sleep.

And Finally, Dear The News,
I’m going to have to stop watching you again. I am very confused with how you report your stories. One report you are pro ‘this’, and in the next you are against ‘that’. You love to report on people’s failures and downfalls, and seem to be constantly trickling worrisome messages embedded within your stories. You seem to relish on broadcasting state secrets and, in my opinion, you make the country look like a laughing stock showing how everyone is fighting for their version of Brexit. Sigh. I’d rather not know, but having said that, by watching your version of events I’m none the wiser anyway!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. Hello Blogland! Please don’t mind my wafflings in this week’s Letters. I’m just ironing a few things out, that’s all… least of all my brow, which for some reason is all the more furrowed. Next week, I shall write letters to more light-hearted recipients. We do prefer light around here, don’t we?

Happy Weekend!

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Letters To The Universe… The Here We Go Again Edition

Dear The Letters To The Universe ‘Regular’ Feature,
Welcome back! It has certainly been a while, hasn’t it? May 4th was the last edition of the last run, if my computer is working correctly. Still, however long ago was the last edition, it is good to be back with this one! Here we go again!

Dear Brexit,
My word! What a palaver! Get a move on, will you? And PLEASE stop talking about another referendum. The decision was made. Move on. Get on. And let’s move forward. Crikey!

Dear You Tube,
Why did you play that earworm of a song, “What’s she gonna look like with a chimney on her?”? I MAY have inadvertently clicked on the wrong link, but even so. That song is buzzing around my head now. And what does it actually mean? (I’m asking myself that, You Tube, so you do not need to reply!)

Dear Dark Evenings,
You’re making the streets like carparks at the moment, I wonder why that is? Whatever the reason, it’s pandemonium out there and a lot of dillops are  discovering their fraying tempers again. Could you please ease off a little? And pass the message on to your companion, the Dark Mornings… I’ve noticed the same thing creeping in there lately as well.

Dear The Word Pandemonium,
Such a fabulous word you are! You describe perfectly what you mean in a nut shell.

Dear Blogland,
Do you remember a ‘dillop’ is one of my words that I’ve created? It is… it means a rude and/or discourteous road user. I’ve seen many of them of late, with their frayed tempers. Brexit must be getting to them, I feel. Dillops – chill out! We’re all in the same boat! (Well car… er road… you know what I mean!)

Dear Sunset,
How gorgeous can you be? You were simply stunning earlier this week. I took a photo from the Place of W… I couldn’t resist!

And Finally, Dear Duck,
I’m sorry I had no snacks for you the other day, but thank you for being ever so gracious and posing so wonderfully for me to take a few photos of you. You really are fabulous!

Thank you for reading,

P.S. The weekend is upon us once again… so that means  it’s time to do our usual weekend stuff… ensuring, obviously, that we have fun doing it! Enjoy! And remember to take as much time as possible to smile. Just a simple smile… even one tiny smile… will make a world of difference.

Happy Weekend!