Bad Things and Good People

Why is it that bad things happen to good people?  People who are kind and spiritual and connected to humanity, experience awful, heart breaking things – it doesn’t seem right. I think it may have something to do with learning and growing as a spiritual person but it feels so wrong.

It’s like the person who never smoked a day in their lives and gets lung cancer.  Or the person who is generous to a fault and loses everything. Or the person who is loving and kind losing their job and house and family.

It’s almost like a game, God’s game to toughen us. To make us vulnerable and aware of the down side of life. If everything was happy and wonderful, we wouldn’t grow or learn to accept the happiness when it’s here.

Maybe….deep thoughts for a Wed morning…

 

New Surroundings

This past weekend, we moved into a new place….well, technically we’re still in the old place, but we emptied our locker and have started the process of sorting through stuff we haven’t seen for two years. I can’t believe how much stuff we still have.  We’re not hoarders by any means, but we have collected a lot of things over the years and it’s hard to part with it.

When everything is put away in cupboards and shelves, you don’t realize how much you have. You don’t see it every day and you don’t trip over it every time you open a door. But it’s still there.

I thought we’d pared down, I thought we were living simply, but after opening 12 boxes, I realize we still have too much stuff.

The new place has lots of storage, we’ll be able to put things out of sight – again. I feel like turfing it all, leaving it in the landfill for someone else to grab. I don’t need it, I don’t have a use for half of it….but it is what it is.

I still have it….

 

Poetry for Friday….

I don’t really feel like talking today so I’ll share a poem or two….

ANIMAL’S EYES By Jane Eamon 2007

We are not alone here
This earth is a crowd
of many
We do not manage
the wild
It has existed long before
we knew life

We are not masters here
We are the predators
and prey
And we fight for
survival

We are not victims here
We did not plan
for your kind
You came and you
created this world
crowding us

We see much
more than you seem to
We feel pain
more than you know
We love
unconditionally
And cannot comprehend
that you do not see this
or us

 

Asking Questions

As we get older, why is so difficult for us to ask questions? Are we afraid that we’ll look stupid or weak? Do we think that people expect us to pick up on new things quickly and have the gumption to figure things out on our own?  It’s been a topic of last and I wonder why we are so afraid of looking for help.

We can’t possibly know everything, even if we’re working in an environment we think we know. We want to do a good job, but stress and fear of screwing up over and over again, prevent us from seeking assistance. Like the proverbial “won’t ask for directions, so always gets lost”.

I love asking questions, I love it when people tell me I did something wrong, how am I going to learn if I don’t or if people don’t tell me?

It may take a few times before I get it, but I usually do. Though there are some things in my life I’ve never mastered – like driving…I don’t.

I have to ask questions…and then figure things out…..it’s how I learn.

 

The Thread of Our Gifts Part 2

It’s amazing how much each one of us has a gift given at birth which we’re not even aware of. Last night I held a songwriter’s class and asked the students what they thought about this. They honestly had never thought about it but once we started talking they realized that yes indeed they had things that made them feel alive and happy. I asked why they didn’t do it more often and fear was the common denominator. They felt that fear and life experiences prevented them from accessing their gifts often. I felt sad. We are so conditioned in our lives by others and things that we forget we all have a gift, something important to share with the world. I would like to change that – one person at a time.