Friday, July 7, 2017

Striving Toward the Light

Please don't take every article at you see shared on social media at face value.  There's enough current and real news to get angry about.

If you are my friend on Facebook, I respect your intelligence.  For the most part, none of my Friends will share a possibly inflammatory link without looking for conformation from another source with which they have a history of respecting their journalistic integrity (even if seeing it through their own world view glasses).  As is natural though, every one of us sometimes lets a single headline carry us away.

That said, there is also a lot of good in the world.  I've been trying to focus on that light as much as possible.  As someone who has a history with a lot of inner darkness, I need to be mindful of how much negativity I absorb as well as how much I exude.  I have dropped or unfollowed Facebook Friends when their feeds have turned primarily into Channels of Darkness.

Being politically aware and responsive is a good thing.  Do what you can to improve the world at large.  I do.  But also do what you can to improve the immediate world around you.  I am not just talking about sharing kitten videos on Facebook (though, I do so love those.). I'm talking about acting locally.

If the national or international political environment is causing your blood to boil, do add your voice where it is needed.  But also channel your energy to where it will have a positive impact that you can see and feel yourself.  Volunteer your time or treasure to local causes that help others in your community.  

There is too much hate and anger and sadness in the world.  While sometimes unavoidable, giving into that path is typically destructive.  For my part, I (mostly) want to contribute to the light, to the creative forces in the world.  
 

Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day

This holiday was meant to acknowledge those who have given their lives in service to our country.  I give a nod to those who made the great sacrifice.

It is also a day for remembering those who we have lost for other reasons. In that vein, I think of my mother.  Jack, my step father.  My grandmother, Jack's mother.  My father as well.

Why is it that we don't appreciate our family members until they are no longer part of our lives?

I strongly suspect that K will experience that regret when I am gone.  There's nothing I can do to prevent that.  I've tried everything to reach out to him.  I don't think that anything else that I could do will make a difference.