Monthly Archives: October 2013
Lately things have been wily nilly. Not bad. I’m happy, just a guess scattered some, together some.
Unpacking the last little bits of things is as daunting as the very beginning. So many things that you do want to keep, but since everything is rearranged, well; you haven’t the slightest idea where to put it.
I think we get this way in our lives. First a few big thoughts come along. We handle those ideas or problems with some ease, because we know what to do with them. No biggie.
Then the little things come along. OH I wrote the wrong address on that letter…oh my God it will end up in someone’s house on Mars, and they’ll know all about my secret habits only Mr. Receiver of All My Deepest Darkest Things Ever should know. Oh God, then the Mars Rover will find it. It will be on the news…
You get the idea. One tiny problem and we toss it into def con 5.
My Grandma calls it making a Mountain out of a Mole Hill.
it’s something I excel at.
I’ve been a bit frazzled, but extremely happy lately. Which is a mixed up place.
I’ve some to those last few things to unpack. You’d think I had to manufacture an apartment by hand. I take one item out, stare at it, think, then put it back. I try another…oh..hmmm….well I really like this. Do I need it. Yeah I do, I actually used that a while back. Well OK, let me think some more. So I put it back.
Silly things can be so frustrating.
A few months ago I was in a place where I was just…not grumpy, but sick and feeling kinda useless, and worried that my life would never be right, that I would always be sick, blah blah.
Suddenly, the signs started popping up.
Painted on things every place I went. “Its OK”
The first one I saw, I had gone to the park. I think I tried to go for a walk, but couldn’t quite make it. Frustrated I was leaving and looked over at the recycle bin. In black spray paint “Its OK”. Now I believe in signs, think what you will. That little sign made me feel better. I went home.
Here and there I kept seeing them. All over town too! I figured they must be helping other people too. They really weren’t defacing, in my opinion, they were never put somewhere that wasn’t just being used for anything more than a solid colored surface. Why not put that on it.
Every time I saw it, I felt better.
Today, I am where I am. We’ve moved, I’m surrounded by bright colors and things I love.
It IS OK.
Somehow in this time I have tried to learn to be happy. I hope I am learning. I hope more than that that I am making other people happy. When I do that, I feel like a million bucks.
What a world we live in. Each of us needs the other. The simple art of making each other happy, making one another safe, warm, fed, clothed. When we do help one another it is gratifying, and so I think the world truly works that way. It’s just people get scared, they cling to things, they fight.
Those words could probably fix half the world’s problems. Am I an optimist? A lot of the time, yeah I really am. I can also be a realist, and in this case I am being one.
We want this, no we want this.
Meet in the middle. It’s OK.
Try it, see how those two words affect your life. I am so glad that they kept popping up in mine.
I don’t know a lot about politics. I listen here and there. I know who I vote for and why. An expert I am not.
I am human though, and human beings need the one thing our entire government is lacking. Compassion.
A simple word, something most all of us practice in our daily lives without even knowing it. It can be a big, or a small thing, but in our hearts we know it to be the right thing.
In all the this side, that side, he said she said bickering between Congressmen and Women, between people who are different political parties who used to be friends, or who still are but house secret animosity. Arguments between husbands and wives. It’s grown and grown to be this giant disgusting thing, just one big argument and not trying to help anyone at all.
They will say they are trying to help. Everyone there will say that. Maybe in their hearts they do believe that by digging in their heels and keeping the government closed they are helping.
This is not a who is and who is not right blog post. Honestly, at this point, I don’t care and I don’t think ANYONE is right. Why?
There is no compassion. None. They would rather argue while mothers lose their Headstart for their child. The child gets a solid meal at headstart, maybe their only solid meal that day while their mother works a minimum wage job as hard as she possibly can. A job she will lose if she misses too many days, because she must care for her child. She lives for her child.
What about the national parks? Veterans can’t see their memorials? Park Rangers who work incredibly hard to protect and preserver such Monuments suddenly have no pay.
I know I am missing a ton of people here, but my point is that is just the effect two programs are having. If this continues, millions of people may not get their Social Security checks in November. It’s a possibility.
I absolutely know there is middle ground because in these sorts of situations there is always a middle ground. You just have to be willing to find it. You’re certainly less inclined to find it if you are lacking compassion and instead wrestling.
I love my country. I know the people in Congress are not bad people. It’s there actions, in this present time, that are bad. That can be changed. There must be some reason, some spark that led them to want to serve our country. I have a feeling that for many of them, it was indeed that compassion in their hearts that was the reason. Wanting to make this country a better place.
This, in the here and now, is not making our country a better place.
So, all this talk of compassion Bryn. big talker, what are YOU doing. Well what I can do. I’m starting with my heart, thinking about how this country can be, sending good thoughts and love to Congress that they will find resolution, that their hearts will override stubbornness so that the government opens again and people can go back to work. It seems small, but if I think hard every day, if I practice compassion, then hopefully it goes to the next person and the next until the ideas in this country change. Until people can say, well I don’t suppose that’s so bad.
I know it’s a huge issue, but at it’s core is a simple principle. Breath, listen, compromise, and have compassion for your fellow congressman, for the workers out of jobs, and remember the compassion and love in your hearts for the American people. Make sure they get Head Start, their Social Security checks, get to see the memorials of fallen comrades in arms.
It can be accomplished. I believe it and I will always believe in love and compassion. I hope maybe you can to.