I was in an introspective mood today.
I employed my time to make sure my bathroom was sparkling clean.
The atmosphere here is almost like that of a sanctuary, with the music of Hildegard Von Binge playing continuously; I lower the volume only while I sleep or read. I want it to seep into my subconscious, and salve my wounded spirit.
Stacks of books are waiting to speak to me. My fridge is almost barren except for orange juice, dairy products, fruits, eggs, and vegetables.
Yet, I still feel a slight discomfort.
It came to me this morning, that while I try to be a good person, and recycle cans or water bottles in my purse to avoid dumping those in a public trash bin; I am not contributing as much as I should.
Stacks of books are waiting to speak to me. My fridge is almost barren except for orange juice, dairy products, fruits, eggs, and vegetables.
Yet, I still feel a slight discomfort.
It came to me this morning, that while I try to be a good person, and recycle cans or water bottles in my purse to avoid dumping those in a public trash bin; I am not contributing as much as I should.
I seclude myself, and learn in theory, yet I do not put those in practice - how to advance then?
I reflected on this, and made the intention to be… Be there for someone, with a genuine smile, an ear to listen, a bear hug, or just companionship for a moment. I sent a couple of e-mails to those people who may welcome those, and I made a few telephone calls.
It’s been a while since I’ve been out on the trenches so to speak. I feel compelled now to go out and do, not just talk. I plan to find a local place to volunteer at least once a week.
I stopped at the market to get sodas for the Thanksgiving gathering at my mom’s. While there, I browsed through a Spanish tabloid magazine, depicting celebrities aiding in the food distribution in Tabasco, Mexico devastated by the recent floods; all wearing perfect make-up.
I reflected on this, and made the intention to be… Be there for someone, with a genuine smile, an ear to listen, a bear hug, or just companionship for a moment. I sent a couple of e-mails to those people who may welcome those, and I made a few telephone calls.
It’s been a while since I’ve been out on the trenches so to speak. I feel compelled now to go out and do, not just talk. I plan to find a local place to volunteer at least once a week.
I stopped at the market to get sodas for the Thanksgiving gathering at my mom’s. While there, I browsed through a Spanish tabloid magazine, depicting celebrities aiding in the food distribution in Tabasco, Mexico devastated by the recent floods; all wearing perfect make-up.
That is great P.R exposure. Yet, those same people that seem magnanimous with their time today, how do they treat those downtrodden after the holidays have passed? Do they offer a hot cup of coffee to a homeless person, on a chilly February morning, or rush to get their latte and go about their day?
There is never enough time to smell the roses; let alone the misery.
I hope those people served a free meal today at the mission, or wherever, were also served a genuine warm smile. At least for today, goodwill reigned among men, rich and poor alike.
I enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving meal. We held hands around the table to give thanks.
There is never enough time to smell the roses; let alone the misery.
I hope those people served a free meal today at the mission, or wherever, were also served a genuine warm smile. At least for today, goodwill reigned among men, rich and poor alike.
I enjoyed a lovely Thanksgiving meal. We held hands around the table to give thanks.
Last year, I gave thanks for my new car. This year, I sat next to my mom, and I mentioned I was thankful that she is in good health, post her operation.
To myself, I said I was thankful even for the setbacks, failures, and problems galore I've had this year. I view these as motivators, and opportunities to create changes.
