<\/p>\n
I can tell l when I am holding on too tightly
\nwhen my grip is too firm
\nwhen my feet hurt from being on them
\nbecause I am standing much too hard on the
\nearth
\nI try to be aware of my jaw and if my teeth are gritted
\nI know when joints start to ache, that I am clenching
\ntoo much
\nwhen my fuse feels
\nshort
\nand my boiling point is just below
\nthe surface
\nI know when\u2026\u00a0 and I know why
\nbut still\u2026<\/p>\n
fortunately, \u00a0for me I also know
\nhow
\nto go gently
\nhow to ease
\nand to be kind<\/p>\n
this is not to say however, that I remember this always
\nor even, at precisely the right times
\nbut I do try\u2026<\/p>\n
my first thoughts this morning, are that once again
\ngreat ignorance and stupidity has won out
\njust by being
\nloud and obnoxious
\nand how very
\ndisappointing that is<\/p>\n
also I am thinking that I shall not let myself be pulled into the growing cynicism
\nof the world
\nand just how very mystifying it is, our being gathered in by the power-hungry-misogynistic-narrow-minded-selfish-back-to-the-dark-ages-not-even-real-politicians\u2014 (big breath in\u2026.. )\u00a0 and then, handing them the reins?<\/p>\n
I shall not be pulled,
\nI cannot<\/p>\n
I need sunshine, \u00a0flowers and quiet
\nI need sanctuary
\nI need,
\nmy garden<\/p>\n
instead,\u00a0 there are errands, groceries to buy
\ngroceries to put away
\nthere is ironing and laundry
\nthere is a husband to straighten, and send off to work
\nthere are kids, and dogs
\nand cats to feed<\/p>\n
there are dishes and spills
\nand things to tidy
\nand then\u2026
\nand then\u2026<\/p>\n
and then,
\nthere is this
\nAnthony Bourdain, dead at 61
\napparent suicide.<\/p>\n
I am stunned
\nand once again I am wondering why it is, \u00a0we just can\u2019t seem to do better
\nfor
\neach other<\/p>\n
and I am fearful of such abject sadness that can take a person to such a place<\/p>\n
and I am sorry for his daughter
\nand I am sorry his friend Eric<\/p>\n
and I am sorry for the things that we cannot
\nhelp<\/p>\n
I am sad for addictions, and afflictions and hearts that don\u2019t feel whole
\nI am sad for loneliness and bullies
\nand for scars that don\u2019t heal
\nI am sad for meanness, and miserliness and hearts that
\ncan\u2019t see<\/p>\n
and I just wish there was some way,\u00a0 we could do better
\nbe better<\/p>\n
Please, Please, Please believe in the worthiness of you
\nin the power of love
\nand the strength you have within and
\ntogether
\nreach out<\/p>\n
Please ask for help
\nask for kindness
\nask for guidance<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know the answers to this,
\nI only know we all need somebody<\/p>\n
and we can all\u00a0 \u00a0Be
\nsomebody<\/p>\n
being kind and loving is not an impossible task<\/p>\n
and it is oh so very necessary, to live<\/p>\n
sometimes things in life are very
\nhard<\/p>\n
from my heart to you,
\nI can only offer you this<\/p>\n
Love and kindness to surround you
\nwherever you are<\/p>\n
and<\/p>\n
May peace
\nfind you
\nwhole\u00a0 \u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"