Wednesday, September 19, 2012
What Can You Spare?
The Confederate Rose, as I promised, has begun to bloom. There it is- can you imagine a girlier flower?
I'm rushing, back from my walk and need a shower to get to town to take Mother to the doctor but here's what I wanted to say today.
It is very obvious to me from last night's post and comments that we, as a whole, are not really very good at sinning. We think a cookie snatched on the run is a sin. And you know what? It's not.
I believe that most of us are probably not very good at taking any time for ourselves to do something that will truly feed us in our hearts and in our souls. So today, please, for me, for you, take a few minutes or a few hours if you can, hell- it's only time!- and do something that brings you almost sinful pleasure. Listen to a song you love, close your eyes and just listen. Or take a little walk down a shady street. Or pull out those pastels you bought and never use and that creamy paper and make a little picture and don't let yourself judge it. Just do it for the joy. Or write a poem. Or a paragraph. Or simply sit and drink a cup of tea and let yourself be fully aware of the act and the steam and the fragrance and the taste. Or go to a movie Or get your nails done. Or go buy that plant you've wanted or a bouquet of tiny tea roses and put them in a vase where you can see them. Or sit down at the piano and play a song, even if you're rusty, even if your ears wince. Or close the curtains and lay down and take a nap. Or write a love letter and then read it to its intended recipient. Even if that recipient is you yourself.
Whatever. Just, for this one day, do something that makes you happy in your heart.
I swear, the world will be a better place tomorrow. When, I am quite sure, the world will be an even better place if do something that makes your heart happy again.
Five minutes. Twenty minutes. An hour. Whatever you got to give. Think of this as one of those pleading letters from a candidate or a cause. What can you spare? And then give it. To yourself. Because here's a secret- none of us knows if there is a heaven, a place we go when we die. Not a one of us. We may think we know, but in all reality, we don't. However, we can be quite sure that here and now, we do have some ability to make our lives, if not entirely heavenly, at least a little bit sweeter.
And somehow, in doing so, we will be doing it for all of us.