‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through our house, not a person was stirring, but me and my spouse. Two stockings were hung by the chimney with care; Too bad no one would be there to share.  Ev’ry night we rested all snug in our bed, while visions of vaccines danced in our heads.  Each morning we arose to shelter in place, glad that our home was a warm, comfy space.  Glittery garland, lights twink’ling on the tree, we nestled on our cozy couch for Christmas movies on TV.  Gifts ordered on line, season’s to-do list quickly done, there was a whole lot less work and much, much more fun.  It left plenty of time for Christmas love, peace, and light; The deep understanding that ev’rything will be alright.

Recently I got swept up in the state of the world.  It’s not like me.  I’m a kind of “head in the sand” person who doesn’t generally partake of the news.  For the sake of my amazing recovery from chronic depression, that’s the way it needs to be.  So anyway, since mortal reality reached out and grabbed my attention, I’ve not been my new and improved happy self.  Oh how an underdeveloped piece of me would love to “fix” the whole world, but there is no hope to control anyone but myself. The good news is that after taking a lengthy look around, my intention has strengthened.  Now, more than ever, I want to do my best in each moment to align my mortal self with my highest inner being.  I try to greet life’s difficulties with a faith that despite outward appearance, everything is unfolding for the greater good. This attitude gives me increased peace of mind and expanded understanding.  It’s easy to see that we are each a part of All That Is.  That means every possible perspective must be honored.  Love and acceptance is the answer, and yet it is much easier to understand this truth than to live it. One day at a time, I am working with dedication to release the unwanted; to think, speak, and act in accordance with my most uplifted self. This is my humble way of doing my part to help, because it seems to me our world is never going to find peace, love, joy, and harmony until the larger majority of it inhabitants find those qualities within.  It’s a daunting goal, but we can change our global society One Person At A Time… By the way, it is my  pleasure to report that since my focus is back on the wanted, I’m feeling happy again.

We try, and try, and try.  Our effort is not enough.  We cry, and cry, and cry.  Our tears flow to nowhere.  There is a Loving Source, call it what you may, that can heal every heart, take the world’s pain away. Can I, can you, can we focus on Love, and Light, and Peace?

It’s been a stormy relationship.  There was no natural attraction, but society kept throwing us together.  However, through my angry tantrums, begging, pleading, and occasional emotional meltdowns, Technology remained steadfast.  Our relationship is definitely high maintenance, and for many years I carried deep resentment for the way it  sucked up my time, energy, and money.  Digging in my heels, I was dragged into the computer age whimpering and complaining all the way. I lagged behind, fantasizing that if everyone would just agree, we could go back to a simpler time of phone calls and snail mail.  Eventually, I had no choice but to give in and do my best to go with the inevitable flow forward.  It was a sweet surrender, for when Technology distributed my Diggin’ The Downsize album worldwide, it became obvious this relationship was not as one-sided as I once thought.  In fact my new pal, Technology, even enables me to earn a living teaching music online during this pandemic when all the gigs have “dried up”.  Could it be Technology and myself are going to live happily ever after?  Well perhaps, but despite all this fruitful evidence of our blossoming relationship, my imagination projects into a future where the only option might be to order groceries online.  I really, really want to pick out my own tomatoes, even if they have to be genetically altered.