The best lessons are learned in the most unexpected ways.
The best lessons are learned in the most unexpected ways.
Evil isn’t always obvious.
Some friends become family in the blink of an eye.
A little red ball rolled next to me,
I wonder where it’s going?
It came from somewhere, I don’t know,
And seems as if it’s glowing!
I reached my hand to pick it up,
And then it seemed to move!
I took a fright and backed away,
The ball did not approve!
It bounced up thrice and turned around,
Then rolled towards me fast!
I tried to scream out in my fear,
But then the ball was past!
I shook my head the fear was gone,
But now I start to wonder?
Is there someone in control?
Or was it just a blunder?
It seemed intent as it rolled away,
As if it had a mission.
And there is me in hot pursuit
To know is my ambition.
Was it magic that sent that ball?
To make my spirits soar?
Laughter bursts between my lips,
I know I’m wanting more!
I look around with some dismay,
It seems the ball has gone.
But it left me feeling happy,
And joy to which I’m drawn.
I learned a lesson here this day,
Of marvels that abound.
All we have to do is look.
And wonders will be found
If life were simple, everyone would get it right the first time.
Winning or losing is not the goal, playing is.
Right now, more than at any other time in my life, I understand just how fragile life is. I’ve always known that a life could be snuffed out at any time for a myriad of reasons but this last 18 months has proven even more devastating. Over 5 million people have been lost to a tiny virus we can’t understand or see except through the eyes of our scientists. Yes, life is fragile.
Perhaps even more delicate, more tenuous is the life from within. I’m not talking about the bearing of children, I’m talking about our psyche, our feelings, our identity. People talk about mental health a lot these days and it is a huge issue but so many of us do not talk about it when referring to ourselves. I have not suffered severely during this pandemic. I am safe, I am entertained and I am well. That doesn’t mean I’m not suffering. But when so much of the world is truly in such dire straits from loss of family, friends, jobs, protection, the list is endless. These people are suffering. I feel unworthy to use the word.
I am sad. I’m becoming apathetic. I am far too comfortable in my hermit mode and I know all it takes is for me to put on a mask and walk outside my door. But I don’t want to. I listen to my books and I watch TV. I’m not contributing anything. The fact that I have set up a schedule for my blog forces me to stick to a routine and that helps. I talk to friends on the phone and video chat. I’m not a complete isolationist. But I’m living too much in my mind and while it’s a very fine mind it is not where I should be. So, I’m writing about it. Think of this as a gentle rant.
I am uncomfortable in crowds so I don’t go out often. I’ve been out for lunch a few time with friends and I have enjoyed myself. I run errands when I need to and I’ll pick up a few treats occasionally. I haven’t been inside a bank since March 2020. I haven’t been to the mall in at least the same amount of time. I’m not hiding from life, I’m just keeping it within the walls of my apartment. And I’m not the only one. There are others out there also feeling sad and perhaps a little overwhelmed. They don’t say anything because they don’t think they are genuinely suffering. I disagree. When you get angry for no reason or cry for no reason, you are suffering. You are not alone! None of us are. That’s the first step, completed. Second step: try something new. Learn a new language, try writing your thoughts down, join a chat room or call a friend. They may be feeling exactly the same things you are. I hope the day will come soon when we fear less and hug more. I’ll see you there.
The process of discovering can be intoxicating!
A misty morning on a field of war,
A single poppy grew.
The soldier closed his eyes at last,
For death had come too soon.
He lay in peace upon the ground,
His rifle by his side.
Never more to see the dawn,
Or sunsets with his love.
A gentle rain came soon enough,
To wash away his tears.
But not in time to spare his life,
Taken by the war.
Others stood in place for him,
Men and women both.
Many paid the final price,
Exacted by the war.
I have not known that horror,
As I live a life of peace.
But always will I remember,
Those who went to war.
Above my heart, a poppy,
I wear it proud and true.
Thank you for your service,
As I remember you.
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