Love, or Fear?

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Every day I walk up to the Post Office to send creativity to my customers and then pop into the local grocery store for fresh supplies. There is a beautiful poppy growing through the gravel and railings on the way and I found myself saying ‘You are so beautiful’ out loud.

My Post Office buddy and I asked each other how we were and he looked distressed and commented that his morning had been horrible and he thought it best not to say why. I took his cue and said ‘Your hair looks good, have you had it cut?’ He hadn’t and I discovered that his new look had been achieved by running his hands constantly through his locks from stress. He started to do ‘the usual with my parcels’ as he calls it and I looked at him and said ‘Tell me.’ He’d made a mistake on the system, which involved a lot of zeros, and when he’d turned to HQ for help, their response had been to say ‘That will take at least 18 weeks to put right’ along with a few other comments. I listened till the end of the story and watched him explain to me how useless he was and how he always made big mistakes. My response was: ‘We all make so called mistakes. I doubt that the 18 weeks is accurate given modern technology and even if it does, they are aware of it and the necessary actions can be taken. This is management by fear, so please don’t paint yourself with their colours.’ He had tears in his eyes and we switched the conversation to all the other lovely things we normally talk about and I left pondering.

That’s when I saw the pink Poppy.

In the grocery store I was chatting to my buddies at the checkout and asked after another buddy of mine who works there. They pressed a bell and he winged his way through from the back and joined in our conversation. I discovered that he was cooking lunch for all of his colleagues and putting loving care into it. Chicken and bacon pasta in white wine sauce with rocket salad. I looked at the girls and they said ‘He always makes lunch for us.’ ❤

56 Responses to “Love, or Fear?”


  1. 1 Eric Alagan August 14, 2019 at 7:18 am

    Love how you interact with people, Jane dear.

    I try to do the same, share some cheer but Asians tend to be reticent. That does not stop me 🙂 But after a while – like weeks, months – they open up. I popped over to the post office today, and the quiet young lady actually gave me a ready smile. So different from when we first met.

    You’re a light in people’s lives 🙂

    Luv and hugz,
    Eric

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  2. 3 Sue Dreamwalker August 3, 2019 at 11:47 am

    They say a problem shared is a problem halved. I am sure just sharing his stress made it less so Jane.
    I love poppies and have spent the early morning from 7:15sm on the plot before the heat pulling the spent ones up, along with weeds. Saving their seed heads and collecting the dry peas for next year’s seeds.
    Thank you dear Jane for sharing your seeds of a compassionate 💓 heart.
    Now sat on my swing in the shade reading in WP 💖🤗💕😃😘
    Much love dear friend 🤗

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    • 4 Jane Sturgeon August 5, 2019 at 7:33 am

      Happy times on your swing, Sue and with your poppies. ❤ A friend went to a funeral a good few years back and after the service everyone was gifted a packet of poppy seeds from the lady's poppy meadow. He planted them at the bottom of his garden and the display of double poppies that appeared is a sight I will never forget. Her love from spirit living on. ❤ ❤ ❤ for you both. xXx

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  3. 6 Beach fairy July 27, 2019 at 7:01 am

    I wanted you to say that the people in the grocery store invited the poor post office man in for lunch to help him own with his day What a sad story. I felt quite cross that the post office acted this way. It’s not right. Surely something can be done

    I also love poppies and are secretly scattering them in my wild beach. I want to wake up and see them forever

    Making food for your work colleagues is a wonderful way of giving thanks for the people in our life. Lovely story. Thank you

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  4. 8 smzang July 18, 2019 at 9:15 pm

    Dear Jane,

    That postal employee must surely be a relative of mine; I am forever making a bumble.Just for the record, I took heed of your warm and uplifting words. You have a beautiful way of making the world better. You are an angel among us.

    sarah

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    • 9 Jane Sturgeon July 18, 2019 at 9:20 pm

      You want to see the howlers I make, lovely Sarah, they are quite something. It’s grand when we can connect and laugh about our humanness and I feel anger when I see vunerability jumped on with hob nail boots. It’s so unnecessary and none of us are perfect. There is no such thing is there? I have been loving your poems lately, especially the one about the glade of water with the overhanging trees. Hugs and much 💗 for you. Xxx

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  5. 12 Clare Pooley July 18, 2019 at 9:11 pm

    Oh, Jane! Your poor friend! I am so glad you were able to give him such comfort. I cannot understand why some people have to twist the knife and make a difficult situation worse. Your grocers shop sounds such fun to work in and to shop at! Love and hugs to you as ever! xxXXxx ❤ ❤ ❤ xxXXxx

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  6. 17 grandfathersky July 18, 2019 at 1:26 am

    Jane – I often puzzled over that phrase – Is it better to be loved than feared, or feared than loved … So I had to drag out a copy of Machiavelli, read and re-read that section, as it never made sense in the context that it is so often used. In those times in Italy the conclusion was for a Prince it is better to be feared … There is something wrong with this world, and I am getting closer to the answer, but the solution – love – people like you are part of it. Fear is necessary when it comes to knowing we need shelter from wild animals, but those animals should not be signing our paychecks!

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  7. 24 Resa July 17, 2019 at 8:13 pm

    Ruling by fear is an old tactic. Hope your pal gets out from under!

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  8. 27 ianscyberspace July 17, 2019 at 3:15 am

    Stress can be a killer. Glad you were able to bring some calm into the situation. 🙂

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  9. 29 Jane Stansfeld July 17, 2019 at 1:53 am

    I’ve been away a while and am cheered to read these two juxtaposed stories. You are like an angel of uplifted thought and I congratulate and thank you.

    The poppy reminds me of a poem that I learnt in grade school. It is by Arthur Edward Drummond Bliss. This I quote from memory:

    The dandelion is brave and gay
    And loves to grow beside the way;
    The children with their simple hearts,
    The lazy men that come in carts,
    The little dogs that lollop by,
    They all have seen its shining eye,
    Any every one of them would say
    They never saw a thing so gay.

    I goggled it and discover that my memory failed because it is printed there split into two verses with extra lines after the brave and gay and before the second verse starting “children with…..

    The dandelion is brave and gay
    And loves to sit beside the way;
    A braver thing was never seen,
    To praise the grass for growing green;
    You never saw a gayer thing,
    To sit and smile and praise the spring.

    The children with their simple hearts,
    The lazy men that come in carts,
    The little dogs that lollop by,
    They all have seen its shining eye,
    Any every one of them would say
    They never saw a thing so gay.

    I prefer the version of my memory but thought that I’d better give both versions.

    Your poppy is as brave and gay, and I anoint you as such!
    Jane!

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    • 30 Jane Sturgeon July 17, 2019 at 2:36 pm

      It’s always lovely to hear from you, Jane. ❤ I am touched that you shared your memory and the poem. I feel drawn to how you remember it. Do you remember blowing dandelion seed heads as a child? We always to make a wish. They are bright and gay, as were our wishes. I like to think that the part of our hearts that created that are still within. ❤ hugs xXx

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      • 31 Jane Stansfeld July 17, 2019 at 6:59 pm

        Yes indeed i remember blowing the seed puffs. Indeed it reminds me of yet another poem written by my daughter, Anne, when she was sixteen. It goes like this:

        Hey you, yes you, come over here!
        Come let me whisper in your ear.
        I won’t sting you I promise, please?
        (unless of course I’m filled with bees)
        But really, look I’m only fluffy
        There is no reason to be stuffy
        Don’t you just feel the urge…
        The desire… the NEED…to ..
        pick me?
        I don’t care a bit
        I do declare, go ahead!

        But that is not enough you know
        Why don’t you go ahead and blow?
        I am so frail, oh can’t you see?
        A puff of wind would total me.
        It will take place eventually,
        So go ahead and hear my plea
        Send me scattering through the air,
        And please perform it with some – OH!
        Why ….thank you.

        You won’t regret it….
        …next year…..
        … I’ll bring……
        …..a lot of friends!

        I trust that you and I will never become so old and jaded that we can’t pick a dandelion and get all that staining milk on our hands as we pause, blow and wish.
        Fairy tale stuff,
        Hugs
        Jane

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        • 32 Jane Sturgeon July 18, 2019 at 7:57 am

          Ohh, I love the loving feeling and joy that comes through Anne’s words and created at such a young age too. Thank you for sharing something so special, Jane. The apple has not fallen far from the tree. xXx Here’s to fairy energy and wishes. Hugs ❤

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  10. 33 dgkaye July 17, 2019 at 12:46 am

    You were in dark and light my Lovely. You shared your kindness with the boy/man who needed it (maybe he should find another job more suited?) and you saw a flower grow amidst adversity then were once again surrounded by loving people. ❤ Hugs Jane. You're a ray of sunshine. ❤ xoxo

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  11. 39 Nancy July 16, 2019 at 10:56 pm

    Sending positivity to all who are around you …makes for your day to be happy!

    Thank you for the positivity!

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  12. 41 Patricia July 16, 2019 at 10:56 pm

    Sounds like you were at the Post Office for more than the mail. You were sent on a mission!

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    • 42 Jane Sturgeon July 17, 2019 at 2:28 pm

      My heart tears when I see people distressed like that and it doesn’t need to be like that, Patricia. The difference between the two places in just ten short minutes was marked. Hugs for you. Xx

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  13. 43 John W. Howell July 15, 2019 at 3:51 pm

    Two very different stories, Jane. You are a great friend to those you meet each day. I always had a rule. Never call Headquarters unless you were ready to quit. I never called.

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  14. 51 delphini510 July 15, 2019 at 3:05 pm

    I love this post and it’s positive message. It is good to spread sunshine as you go through the day … and to receive.
    Would you know, I have a Robin visiting every morning and he won’t leave until I say ” You are so beautiful “. Just as you said to the Poppy. 😊

    miriam

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  15. 55 Writing to Freedom July 15, 2019 at 2:53 pm

    Thanks for sharing your loving kindness with your buddies and our online community.

    Liked by 1 person


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