This morning I got up , made a pot of coffee, and sat down at the kitchen table to read a little and enjoy the silence. It’s one of those little pleasures that I’m grateful for in my life.…just me. And the dogs.
Max has wriggled his way into my heart in a rather unexpected way. It’s hard not to smile when he presses himself against my leg, wanting to be petted. It’s a little moment of happiness we share.
I’ve been making an effort to find these moments more often, A favorite song that pops up on the my shuffled playlist. That delicious feeling of sliding between freshly laundered sheets. and recognize them for what they are … little expressions of joy that fill my day, and fill up my spiritual and emotional tank.
I often use this blog to post my inner thoughts and random by-the-seat-of-my-pants entries. It’s a good outlet for me, and while I’m not necessarily interested in growing a huge readership, I know that I have a nice little group of followers (thanks, y’all!).
Every once in a while, though, I do get a little too serious, and it’s always about something that’s close to my heart.(usually Religion or Family).. If there’s one thing that this world has taught me., that I’ve taken absolutely to heart, is that each of us has a story that’s yearning to be told. Our lives are unique — filled with many joys, but also pains. They go hand in hand with this thing we call the human condition.
Bloggers are sometimes guilty of always presenting the best side of our lives. It’s lovely to share photos of family get-togethers that look like Norman Rockwell paintings, of taking a picture that is cropped just right so you don’t see the laundry basket or the pile of papers that gets moved from the table to the counter, and back to the table. It’s all about illusion, isn’t it?
Why? Because we are all suffering in some way. Each of us, and we so often miss opportunities to connect with others and share these hurts. We can find much healing in the simple act of sharing and discovering that we are not alone in our suffering. Both empathy and sympathy are gifts.
Ideally, we should just keep going forward, but there’s nothing wrong with hitting the reset button every once in a while and going back to the beginning to take another route
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