Saturday, January 29, 2022
Tiptoe Through the Daffodils With Me
The Old Place is all sweet memories of good friends, and a lot of wishful thinking.
I wasn't going to blog today. And I was especially not going to blog about anything sad, or heavy, or whiney sounding. God, I hope I don't sound whiney. It makes me feel self-conscious, embarrassed, to be seen as negative thinking, or complaining. If I have complained, or detailed too many woes, I... I won't apologize. Shame isn't going to help me, or anyone. I have come to the realization that a lot of us are struggling, or burdened, worried, sad, lonely, anxious, angry, frustrated... name it! There has been a considerable uptick in sickness, trauma, sharp turns, upheaval, grief, and distress. Sometimes even good news has come as a shock! This week, I have been a patient, concerned ear for many people, and my heart is heavy for them, for friends, for family, for people I hardly know, but that have opened their hearts to me. Maybe we can't cure each other, or solve everyone's problems, but I won't shame anyone, and I hope to include myself in this, for being human in extraordinary times. Don't you wish we could have some long spells of ordinary, normal times? So, like I said, I didn't want to blog, but I needed to distract myself from things, and I would dearly love to give anyone else in need of something "different," a diversion, maybe an amusement. I can go over more details and faux drama about our home improvement adventure, or I can share more flowers, cats, and talks about tea, birds, flannel sheets, floor tiles, paint chips. Anyway, if you need to talk, to release some pressure, I hope you know someone that will listen, then say something gentle, that you find support, empathy, a moment of relief, clarity, light.