walk a mile

Walk a mile in someone’s shoes to understand their problems… we used to get told that as kids. Sometimes I see the posts on FB and can’t even pretend not to cry as they make fun of people. There’s that fast like button as the funny picture makes the rounds. It may seem silly or stupid on the surface, but how can we judge? I mean really, how can we judge another’s actions? Their clothes? Their lack of hygene? Their hair? Their jerry-rigged car, their junky home? People need to see that they don’t have to walk in another’s shoes, they just need to see the world with kinder eyes. Where is the compassion?

I’m not having much fun online these days. I am happy for people when they buy a new book, decorate a room, see a movie, go out to dinner. I’m not wishing that away from them. I just can’t share in it anymore. It’s been years since we’ve done those things. I think in these lower terms lately, looking away so I don’t let myself want things…hoping I can figure out something I can do that people will want to buy…I miss the comforts.

I’m tired. I’m not sleeping well. It’s cold in the house. No wood for the fireplace and having to stay in one place so the heat can touch you gets old. I’m ready for spring.

Someone asked me if I could make a little crocheted bag with a pentacle on it – I’m sure I can. I feel bad to charge my friends for little things I’d simply give to them. Now there is a concept – simply giving. Simply. Giving. It’s whats inside me and this hand to mouth mentality that’s trying to swallow me up frightens me.

What God or Goddess can one turn to get out of this fucking reality?  Lift me above these petty worries and help me see the path. I’m so freaking lost. We think something is going to get better and half of what we counted on is snatched away.

Here, let me adjust my outlook…

Today. I have food to eat. Clothes to wear. A roof. People who love me. Absence of physical pain.

Why do I think I deserve anything else? I don’t really. I’m just missing some peace of mind… and I miss having warm hands. People take a thermostat way too much for granted.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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