If you think you do not have the power to make someone happy, think again.
It doesn’t take money. It doesn’t take position. It doesn’t take intelligence.
It only takes a smile.
Or a thank you.
Or a text.
Or a good wish or prayer.
You don’t even have to walk or talk for that.
(But, if you have money, power, and/or position use those things too.)
The problem with depression is that we spend too much time thinking about what we can’t rather than about what we can do.
Right now, I’m going to think love and send love to someone who needs it.
And the next time I feel useless, I’m going to do the same.
The world is full of people who will never tire of that.
People are a mess. Life is often a mess. Things happen. Death is inevitable.
But, sing anyway.
Look it square in the face and sing.
That may sound absurd, but when I do, I find courage. Sometimes, even a smile.
Music seems to connect me to a harmony above the chaos.
That’s a good reason to test the hypothesis, anyway. (Especially when we consider how important music has been in all the stages of our life, how imbedded it is in our memories, and how much music meddles with our emotions.)
Maybe if we loved things more fervently while they were in their “whole” condition, we wouldn’t have to piece them back together in order to really see them.
I thought about this quote a lot after screws and plates were in my ankle.
I think about it now while going through old photos. Where was my appreciation of my friends, circumstances, health, and youth when these photos were taken?
Instead of admiring the “whole” I was…
- going from thing to thing without stopping for the moment
- maybe comparing what I had to what others had, and longing for more
- looking but never really seeing the “whole” sacred picture
Tread softly, for this is holy ground. Could we see with seeing eyes, the place we stand upon is Paradise.
You may have had a disarming connection before.
I was simply reading the introductory poem in The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao when my insides jumped up in recognition of Derek Walcott’s sensitivity and his far-reaching spirit writing. Maybe the sudden jolt of recognition was for his gift, or his anointing, or his understanding of a deeply hidden pain. Maybe for a fellow traveler known before these bodies.
But I cannot deny my union with the hovering, invisible truth.
I cannot deny the grip of his words urging me to live large, authentically, and honorably.
I cannot deny the visceral tug that pulled defenseless tears from my eyes and my weakened knees to the ground.
Moments such as this remove the veil from the rhyme of existence.
“The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.”
– I Wrote This Just For You (2011 Central Avenue Publishing)
It feels like you can’t get up
It feels like the pain will never subside
It feels like it’s no use
It feels like living is meaningless
Don’t believe the lie
Get up anyway
And keep doing it
Your heart will soon astound you with its strength
When I think of what I would have missed if I had not…
I was the person described in this Zora Neale Hurston quote.
I thought I had good reasons for clinging to my tiny sliver of a life (while dangling pathetically from the well-worn beliefs that whatever else might be out there wouldn’t work or was too taboo to try).
What was I so afraid of losing?
Once I began to step into unknown territory and challenge my fears, even my failures proved worth the risk.
The world is filled with angry people who feel trapped and seriously disappointed with how their lives have turned out. Yet, most, as I was, are terrified and unwilling to make even one adjustment that would bring change.
Before it is too late…”grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.”
So very easy to be mean…
- and be totally oblivious to how we were mean
- even when we were merely trying to do the right thing
- or when we were attempting to be efficient or honest
- especially when it seems someone else was mean first or taking advantage of our time and resources
- and we were taken totally off guard
In these cases, it is difficult not to add more trouble to an already troubled world.
To be more aware of unintentional meanness, I must…
- have a willingness to question the stories I tell myself
- walk into someone else’s story first
- set aside my ego (and my looping self-justification)
- remember how it feels to be misunderstood
I am enough not because you failed and that makes me feel better about my own success
I am enough not because I didn’t get caught doing something that you were caught doing
I am enough not because I have the power to make you feel small
I am enough not because I have more friends, money, education, talent, smart kids, hair, or possessions than you have
I am enough not because I embrace diversity and you don’t
I am enough not because I care about animals and the poor and you don’t
I am enough not because you are a narcissist and I am not
I am enough not because I make you appear to be less
I am enough.
You are enough.
As I review two thousand and eighteen
I smile at conquered fears no longer claimed
Then, trembling, plan an attack
On the terrifying ones that still remain
Here’s to hoping (for everyone’s sake)
That you will resolutely do the same
Otherwise, our ego is likely to be fed by our fears.
Rising above those fears keeps us from acting like creeps to each other.