Other than a few posts, I haven’t written much here in the past couple of years. I allowed my voice to be silenced by a couple of disapproving naysayers and a Negative Nellie or two. (Sorry for the cliche, Nellie.) These hyper-critics were people who belittled me and my story. People who thought I should be doing something other than what I’m doing. People who decided – for me! – that I should be acting a certain way, that I shouldn’t be feeling a certain way, that I had no right to voice my opinions and feelings.
It can be tough on us when the people we know – and love – seemingly turn on us, insisting we be something other than we are, making up stories about us without knowing (or even caring about) the truth of us, creating drama where none exists. Sometimes we even have family members who treat us this way. I’ve often wondered in this past year or so if it ever gets easier, if the feelings of abandonment ever go away, if it’s in our (human) nature for some of us to be mean to other people.
Let me rewrite that last paragraph and own it:
It can be tough on me when the people I know – and love – seemingly turn on me, insisting I be something other than I am, making up stories about me without knowing (or even caring about) the truth of me, creating drama where none exists. Sometimes I’ve even had family members who treat me this way. I’ve often wondered in this past year or so if it ever gets easier, if the feelings of abandonment ever go away, if it’s in our (human) nature for some of us to be mean to other people.
I don’t know.
But I do wonder.
I wonder if it’s possible for us to be kind to each other.
I wonder about my own kindness behavior. Am I kind? To other people? To animals? To our home, Planet Earth? To myself?
I wonder what this place would look like if we practiced kindness.
I wonder if kindness is really what love looks like.
What would happen if we loved every moment, every person, every animal, every thing that passed our way.
I’ve been told I’m an idealist, that the things I wonder about and wish for are not possible.
That’s okay. We don’t all need to be the same. But wouldn’t the world be a better place to call home if we were kind and loving to each other, to the animals, to the planet?
What if we sit still for a moment, breathe in and breathe out, and just be in this moment. Just this moment right here right now. What if we breathe in the word love and breathe out the word peace.
Indeed. What if.
I wrote this about 6 months ago but then sat on it, not knowing if I could actually hit the “publish” button and post it. I’m still not sure but something is prompting me to go ahead and hit the GO button, so here we are. I don’t know what will come from this but what I’m hoping for is a return to writing my stream of consciousness and posting my adventures, a nudge from the Universe that I’m heading into a new-found sense of me…. and maybe, just maybe, it’s not too late to figure out who I am and what I’m doing here!
PS. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything here on my blog and I know that some of you will have changed your email addresses and this will bounce back to me. No problem; I’ll just delete your now-non-existent email and you can resubscribe if you’d like. Or maybe you don’t want to receive these posts from me anymore. Also no problem – just unsubscribe yourself or email me and I’ll do it for you.
Thank you all for reading – drop me a comment if you’d like… I’d love to hear from you!
Peace out, everybody! ♡