A Fine Line

Often a fine line, the gray area, in between.

Therapy or Vice?

How do you cope?

Exercise, Eating, Substance Use, Gaming, on and on, you name it…anything that takes up your time, distracts you, helps you balance, provides comfort, or escape…or both. When is it ok? When is it too much?

Which is it? Vice if it’s harmful, Therapy if it’s “healthy”? Is it that simple?

What options do we have for coping, dealing with stress, struggles, what helps us go forward, mediate the day to day?

Choose carefully, choose wisely, and be open to adjusting as you go along. Remember, it’s the journey, and staying well along the way.

Let it be, may you be well.

The Creative Spark

Decades in, the one big area of “life” I turn my focus to now, turned it to a while back, the Creative Spark.

Maybe a luxury, having time and energy to pursue such endeavor, or is it rather, essential? Maybe not optional, but required, maybe that’s what it is; certainly in my life now, that seems to be the case.

It seems cast in stark terms, “I must do this before I die”…it seems sometimes that urgent. Though while I could die any day (like anyone), I should be around a few more decades, anyway.

All the same, I search. I find myself searching for the creative spark. How is that? It’s even just what I do in this blog space each day, putting it out there, something out there, the stream of thought. Does anyone care? That’s only part of the point.

The spark that comes to mind that I feel compelled to share, I just need to let it out; I need to put it out there, let the thought not to the ether, but to the internet instead.

Wander. Be. Out there. Thinking. Trying. Working. Experiencing. Sharing therein.

Look for the spark, then let it alight, and let it shine bright…!

Church

Church. Haven’t been in a while. Been with God pretty well every minute of every hour of every day, that’s the flip side. Through the last year, the last fifty-four, leaning heavy on God’s presence, the idea, the support, the release.

Talk to God, it’s a healing, freeing, release. Release from the bondage of worry, of doubt, of dread. It’s so simple, really. Let God’s Will be done. I pray that frequently. Began decades ago, that simple prayer: “…thy will be done….” Such a simple but basic release that provides relief.

So easy to say, so much more difficult sometimes to do.

Maybe that’s what Church helps us with; getting to the mindset; remembering that mindset; finding solace and joy with others. Church. But we haven’t been in a while, a long while. But have been with God often; reaching out to God often. Seeking the solace and comfort and certainty. Fleeting certainty, is that possible?

I hope God understands. Wait. I’m sure God understands.

Sing Along

Enjoy the music? Sing along, the best way to feel it.

I was in the kitchen with my younger daughter the other day, and she was quietly singing a song from the movie, Trolls.

Can you guess which one?

Yep, the same one I posted the lyrics for this week…”Get Back Up Again”…

Such a good song, such simple, powerful, uplifting words…no lie.

And then a day later?

My son sang along, too.

I love listening to them sing along, an honest connection with and simple expression of what they hear.

The muse, the lyric, the magic of music, the song, let it sing from your mind to your voice to your soul, and out to the world.

It’s maybe the most human of actions, words to music and the joy and feeling and expression that comes forth.

Let it be, let it be me, let’s sing along…!

It’s All About Connections

I might have guessed this was true. Then I heard this interview with journalist Amanda Mull, from The Atlantic, who’s documented the effects of this Pandemic Time on the social fabric of our lives. Weak Ties. They matter.

Beyond our “main” connections and core, closest family and friends, it’s the people maybe one or two rings outside that add considerable quality of life and varied experience.

It’s the random, social connections and temporary intimacies that add much depth and breadth to our human experience. And much of this has been thwarted by the pandemic.

Let’s not let it have the last word. Let’s reconnect, people, RECONNECT! Let’s add those “weak ties” back into our day-to-day.

What awaits? As Amanda Hull put it, “a sense of grounding, of community, belonging to the bigger world outside of our selves”, that’s what is on the other side.

And here’s the piece if you’d like to hear it. Quite worth while for sure.

one.npr.org/i/962946851:962946852

Spontaneous Reflection: COVID

So much has changed since COVID came to us, so much, in so many ways, so many ways, yet the challenge, the tragedy, maybe more fundamental.

How many people infected, millions upon millions upon millions more. So many millions we really can’t comprehend.

And the deaths, in this American country alone, three hundred and fifty thousand —- 350,000 —- and climbing still, more and more and more. Current trend has north of three thousand —- +3,000 —- dying, EVERY DAY, more each and every day. It was + 3,000 that died on 9/11, and we were outraged, OUTRAGED, and we’ve been at war ever since,

But with COVID, are we outraged at the response, the failed response of our federal government to help us, so fewer people suffer? So fewer people die,,,? Where is the outrage?

A fundamental debate in this country is “more government” versus “less government”. This COVID time, overwhelming our people, killing our people, this is the sort of circumstance where we need government to help and to lead. It’s like a war. It’s like an invader has come to our shores and threatens our very existence as a society. We would not respond separately. We would have to respond together to overcome the foe.

COVID is such a foe.

But it will not win. We won’t let it win. We cannot let it win.

Feed The Birds

Simple joy, feeding the birds. Two feeders hang off the house, outside windows, we get a good view.

My grandparents fed the birds. My parents fed the birds; heck, one of the feeders I use is from my folks.

It’s just so peaceful. Listen to the birds. Listen to them, warblers, wrens, finches, doves. Squirrels scamper about too, gather from the ground below.

Simple. Doesn’t take much. Big bag of mixed seed from the store lasts maybe a month.

Nature right there. Peace right there. Joy right there.

GOOD.