What are you thankful for? Do you take your health for granted sometimes? How has your life, reading, writing been this year?
Instead of fighting with each other on social media, I urge everyone who is in a position to physically or financially help out those in need to do so, now more than ever.
One of the organizations my support goes to is Projectwhy in New Delhi, India, about which I’ve written here.
If you want to help a genuine organization trying to help children with a few dollars (as little as 5 dollars or Euros would help), where each cent of your money would go to the kids themselves, donate here. I’ve supported them for years, and this place is run by a woman with a large heart, exactly the kind who can protect us from guns with flowers.
Or, find another place, people, or cause to add your positive energy to. Do something for a person or animal or plant without concern for your own material benefit. We cannot fight darkness, we need to light a candle in order to make it melt away.
Do you see hope for Humanity? For our planet? What name do you give yourself– of your country, your tribe, your profession, your relationships? What do you teach your children about who they are: who they should love and who or what they should hate?How do you define good and bad to them. And perhaps, most importantly…
How do you define yourself?
Do you remember the last time you sat down and listened to someone? Do you remember a time when you felt heard, or acknowledged? Do you remember a time when someone you’ve only met online has provided that listening ear?
Originally posted on Mary J Melange:
“How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.” ~Marcus Aurelius~ On a recent Sunday, my church’s pastor hit a personal nerve with his sermon. It…
I’ve been wondering about writing, life and fiction in the past few days.
Work-wise they have been tough.
Today I would like to ask you a question about the sort of person you see yourself as, or the sort of person you would like to be. I know I want to live like a tree, and I’m far away indeed from achieving it.
What about you? Would You live like a Tree?
My thoughts might change, but as of today, I believe a death hurts as much as the attachment to the dead person or animal or plant. Which is why a friend’s death is devastating, whereas a man dying in the opposite side of the world, who you read about in the news, causes much less alarm. A pet’s death is painful, but the death of a random fly or snail isn’t. Following from this, the prospect of one’s own death is the most scary to some of people, because they’re most attached to themselves, or their survival instincts are alive and kicking. Which isn’t a bad thing.
The bad bit, according to me, at least, is not confronting death at all, keeping it taboo, a faraway topic to avoid. No point in trying to ignore the inevitable. Not that thinking about death day and night is the solution, but thinking about it once in a while can’t be all that bad.
What about you? Do you think of death? Your own death? The death of those you have lost? How significant is a fly’s death: is it a tragedy, or a catastrophe, or both?