This was going to be a post about my not feeling 'the greatest I've ever been' lately, then I looked at the TV News, read the paper, and took a good look around me. What I found was what I've known all along, but sometimes tend to forget. So, I decided to turn all 'preachy' for one post and share a favorite poem, some American Indian wisdom, and a view much like my own on religion. If we all did just a tiny bit every day, this world would be that much nicer to live in. I seem to have let my personal physical discomfort overcome my appreciation of all I have, so, at least for today, I will share those blessings with someone, and we'll both benefit from them.

The Kindness of Others
by Cathy Song
The kindness of others
is all they ever wanted,
the laughter of neighbors
prospering in the blue light of summer.
Those of the small sputtering flame
and the sudden white sprung hair,
who feed off envy and grow old quickly,
desire largesse.
The role of poor relation
evokes a lack
they are not apt to admit,
or unbearable pity.
They prefer to penetrate the giver’s
effortless knack of giving
they perceive as vitality,
a pulsating entity
that rewards the kindness of others
tenfold.
This they have witnessed.
This they have tabulated relentlessly.
The generosity of others
whose spirits, like their long-legged
children blossoming into a progeny
of orchards and fields, flourish.
Those who have never known kindness
drag into the privacy of their smallness
the baskets of fruit
appearing year after year on their porches,
to be picked apart
in the hushed posture of thieves.
They peel skin, probe flesh
the color of honey
as if the seeds will yield something
other than a glimmer of sweet air
rising from the roots of trees
and licorice-laced, half-opened leaves.
Those of the small flame,
who feed off envy and grow old quickly,
live out their lives
hungry,
glaring at themselves across the table,
wife of the cruel mouth,
husband of the thin broth
trickling like spittle.
So many ways there are to express the same ideas.

We all believe in something, even those who believe in 'nothing', have 'nothing' as a belief.
~Euripides

"I stand for the children of tomorrow. I believe in the constructive aspect of humanity. We need each other. We need to come together in the circle of life, and not leave anyone behind. We need to reach out to each other and accept each other unconditionally. More than ever, it is necessary for people to face the light and walk in balance. In every darkened valley there is a light source; walk toward it. Stand in your own truth. No one is like you. You have your own particular gift, and your own contribution to make."
~Sarah Smith, Mohawk Elder

Being kinder to yourself counts too!!

Until next we meet, take care and be well.
