I am so sick and tired of being so sick and tired of the current asshat in chief of this dear ole US of A, not to mention his spineless enablers, I’ve decided to just let that whole mess go for at least a little while. I’m not looking at the news .. much… I’m not reading someone’s spin or fretting over ignorance because really what good comes of it… answer – zilch. I need to breathe clean air, think clean thoughts, see inspiration and act on that. I need to believe most of us are made up of more good than bad.
So what is helping me accomplish this necessary avoidance? Extending kindnesses where a little light needs shining. (if only it would help me stop the holiday EATING… so far, no luck there. Onward….. )
The local veterinarian put out a plea for blankets and cat beds for the foster dogs/cats in their care, and we have an Ocean State Job Lot not far from here where those things are available pretty cheap. For $50 I was able to bring them a nice armload of blankets/beds and that simple act just felt good. Some light.
Recently a local family lost their matriarch, Carol Anne, a joyful woman who has known more heartache than should ever befall one person and yet she always found a reason to be happy. She would say to friends when they asked how she could remain so upbeat -” I have two choices, I can be miserable for the rest of my life, or I can choose Joy. I’m choosing Joy. ” Her home was always decorated to the hilt for Christmas, there were lights and pine garland even in the rafters of the family log cabin. When she passed a month ago, she left two daughters who are afflicted with a similar illness and are missing her terribly. Her favorite color was purple, and as I thought of how difficult this holiday must be for the two girls, an idea arose. Why not put together a Christmas package for each of the girls containing purple things – a nod to their joyful mother in this, their first Christmas without her. Purple no-slip socks, a purple cardinal ornament for their trees, (she loved birds) purple nail polish, purple candy coated chocolates, lavender soap. It didn’t take a lot of effort or a lot of money to do this, and to drop it off at their home, give a hug and reminder that their sorrow is not forgotten, their mother is not forgotten. And once again, it felt good, my soul lifted. More light.
As I left their house I stopped in just down the hill to visit 90 year old Marge . This lady has always known how to make the best of any situation, ever the optimist. She has many friends and family who love her, and she is still living on her own, taking care of a rescue dog I found for she and her now- deceased husband about five years ago. That dog takes such good care of her, and she him. She still cooks for herself and for company on occasion, rarely if ever complaining about the many aches and pains that come with reaching that monumental milestone of a birthday. She’s seen a lot of good times, and some really hard times, watched this world turn upside down more than once. She is concerned for the changes, but she also has faith that things will work themselves out in the end. 90 years of observation have proven it. She is another who is always looking at the bright side. While I thought I was doing something good for her on this visit, turns out she was the one gifting me. More light, still.
If you are weary as you read this, for any of the multitude of reasons this life can provide, I’m wishing you peace in your heart and more light in your life – I promise any light you can shine on another in whatever the ways that are possible for you will reflect back onto you tenfold.
Till soon, friends –
