Maybe this is a traditional diary style blog, recording the very first part of Friday 16th February 2018. For here I am recording, that which I awoke to, after dreaming about the horrific smell of someone cooking. Obviously I did NOT want to return to sleep! Hubby gets me a cuppa, passes this laptop and kisses me “Bye, I love you” and goes off to work (he has to leave early to drive nearly an hour to get there). The posts on what I satirically call Farceblock, are from beloved [Friend]s and include such a range of subjects: How to thread a needle by rubbing the thread on the palm of your hand with the eye end, Quantum entanglement and plenty about the lack of compassion in the world… and I read them.
The day lays before me to decide how to proceed. I’m one of the most fortunate, as I live in a house I’ve made a home, that others today all over the planet are less fortunate to have. I know how that is after briefly tasting homelessness and can still recall that [torn empty and outside on the pavement] feeling. I have such freedom of choice, because I’m not tied to the needs of providing. How fortunate I feel to be me and for that I am thankful. Therefore, gratefulness starts my day and I can and often choose to start each of my days believing in: Kindness of strangers, hope for my family and humanity, the desire to work towards being compassionate towards myself and others. For each day can be a mix just like the posts on Farceblock. Some will be a happy stitch in time, some will show the wonders of the universe in detail and some will ask of us things which we will not know the answer, calling us to such compassion. Today I turned on Farceblock as I was willing to face (just for a moment) that which is put before me (other days I will not turn the laptop on at all). Willing and hopeful, that my heart would not be caught up in a web of thought that I’d have to work through or see something aweful that I’d use against myself, to steal my own peace with.
I imagine we all have things that trigger stressful thoughts. My wish is that those things help to change the world towards [Kindness], but for those sensitive souls that are already working on being kinder, that they find something worth gleaning in their situation perhaps from nature. That within their moments, these natural things will counteract the dreadful unkind heebeegeebees. Bless your cotton socks.