Some days you know, I think,
I just don’t have the strength…
to take it all in
the troubling details of the world
on constant
feed
and so instead I make a conscious decision
to not consume any
‘breaking news’ of the day
to not have it entering
here
you might think this leaves me
uniformed, ill-informed or unaware
on the contrary, I am very aware
I just make it my choosing what it is I wish to have
coursing through my veins
scenting
my skin
poisoning my well
or almost constantly
breaking my heart
this week, I take some books down from the shelves
brush off a little dust, run my fingers gently over their covers
then stack them in neat piles
I am preparing a care package of sorts for a young girl
who, it really pleases me to know, shares a love of reading
while I am more than happy to lend
the next morning as I bundle them up, I am struck by a little pang of worry
I quickly jot down every title, and briefly touch each one
now this bit of ridiculousness, is not practicing non-attachment
perhaps though, this is how I am carrying my worry
for the world
by allowing soft, gentle, wonderful, magical things to go out
unaccompanied
on their own
and in trusting that they
that we
will
all
be ok
it is a worry, isn’t it?
and I don’t know the answers
but certainly there are things we can do better
in choosing, consciously to be
kinder
gentler
in offering Love and compassion
for each other
to
each other
and with
each other
and
in caring
certainly we
can do
better
for this world…
cause I am kind of
attached
to
it ♥