Day 82 and 83, October 15, 2016 @8:26 am
There is a bit of sunshine this morning. Thank the Lord for small mercies. I am feeling a little blue and discouraged. Too much in the news and social media last evening and this morning. How do you not pay attention to what’s happening in the world? You would want to know if disaster is coming and prepare for it, wouldn’t you?
The question is, What do you do in today’s climate? Our world is a minefield waiting to be detonated. Which way to go? It is likely that we all are tiptoeing carefully in our personal domain. We are careful and silent till the explosion goes off. I am tired of it all, aren’t you? I am tired of the Trump-Clinton dramas, of the media circus, of the corruption, racial slurs and inequities, of personal conflicts. If only I could vomit it out. I guess that’s exactly what I am doing!
Please do not worry about my state of mind. It’s my writing mind and my fingers tapping out what is in my body. But are they true feelings? It’s helpful to put them on the page and let the light shine on them. I have been accused by many people that I say what most people would only think. That has puzzled me. What is wrong with what I say? They are not vulgar. They are not lies. I do not gossip. Others have said I’m brave.
I do not feel particularly brave. I love words. I love their sound as they fall from my fingertips. If not for them, I would find it harder to breathe. I would find life more difficult. If not for life’s adversities, I would not be as adept with my words. As I am now tapping, I hear the Byrd’s lyrics.
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
Yes, sometimes it is hard to watch what is unfolding before me – chaos, distrust and hatred. But I have to believe in purpose and the beauty in our lives. Sometimes I moan and groan about Sheba, but if not for her, I would miss a lot of nature’s beauty, the stuff that can heal a battered and disillusioned soul. She insists and drags me out to witness skies, blue or grey, to feel the wind rippling my hair, the rain on my face and in my shoes. She’s like a bunny hopping through the snow, a little black seal in the river …. She brings me utter joy.
But now she’s barking. Enough already! It’s time to go for our walk.