forty three

the day that counts up its birds never gets the answer right.

I know. I know. it doesn't make sense. that is the kind of week I have had. lots of things going on. too many things to think about. too much to deal with. conflict. decisions. short conversations. long interviews. happy. sad. resolved and not-so-much.

I am ready for this month to end. but then it's July. and the year is half over. and I wonder where the time has gone. what has happened to all those things that took so much time. thought. agnst. worry. joy. some still linger. some best forgotten. some just remain.

peace.

forty two

kindness is in our power.

I wonder why people choose to be unkind. it is simply ugly. and oh so draining.

my sister-in-law when confronted by the unfriendly, unwilling, un-understandable says ‘good for them’. a friend has a similar dismissal, ‘isn’t that nice’. and truly, there isn’t anything to say that can justify some behavior. it is neither good or nice.

I am as guilty as the next of losing my temper. but I always. always. feel badly about it a moment later. and I’ve made a conscious effort to count to ten. reconsider my answer. choose my words. because lashing out is just plain hurtful. to the person receiving the lashing. and even more so to the one whose tongue just uttered the words. hate destroys. from the inside out. it lingers. festers. drains the very essence from us.

I came across a quote recently that read ‘be kind. for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.’ and I think that the problems of the world – or my little corner of it – could be practically eliminated if we just chose.

be tolerant.
show compassion.
have a little – a lotta - faith.
keep courage in our hearts.
practice a little patience.
give a little.
reap. sow. love.

peace.

forty one

comparison is the thief of joy.

let’s count the blessings that exist. the love that is shared. the beauty of our lives. how glorious life can be. is.

we can be happy. and share.
we can be ambitious. and work.
we can be wishful. and dream.
we can ask. and receive with faith.
we can tolerate what annoys us. and dismiss it.
we can envy. and be thankful for what we have.
we can disagree. and compromise.
we can hope. and work together.
we can love. and not be fear full.

peace.

forty

accept what comes to you each day.

it has been a bit of a tumultuous week. planning. problems. cancellations. and a big dose of compassion.

it could have been disastrous. but a bit of common sense. and a little faith. and a lot of energy. sympathy. empathy. has moved us forward to a good place.

all the turmoil and resolution has lead me to understand that patience is a virture. promises cannot always be kept. the best laid plans can go array. it will all work out in the end.

I am happier when I accept things I cannot change. whether big or small. stuff just happens. we can smile and say okay – let’s work things out, because there is always an answer. maybe not as planned. but either way. anyway. the best way is to simply say we’ll get through this. work together. no blame. no regret. just solutions. how lovely is that.

peace.