In the Aftermath - There is love!
I'm sitting and thinking, and watching rain turn into icy fingers, wrapping themselves around the branches and seed heads (still there!) on our lilac tree. It is reminding me that the world and life goes on around us, not paying any heed to the turmoil that is going on inside of us. The fact that I have worried, stressed, rewritten and practised before delivering a book presentation to a lovely group of seniors yesterday, seems to have slipped nature's mind! Perhaps I should take the hint to not take myself so seriously - to get out there and find the beauty that is all around me before my short stint on this earth is done.
As it turned out, I had a lovely time relating my poems and my life experiences - and sharing my limited musical interpretations to boot - take that you unfeeling drops of ice!
The fact is, that every time I give something of myself, I reap a wonderful harvest of gifts that others share with me. It may be new knowledge of my surroundings, a verbal picture that someone paints of something that happened in their past, or it may be the sharing of a dream that lies unfulfilled in them, or in me - whatever, I am truly the richer.
The world will still be here, long after I'm gone, but it will only have the use of my life for a relatively short time, and I only have this time to share whatever joy I can. We all have a responsibility to help in the healing and building of this world with whatever gifts we are endowed with. So rather than giving in to those 'hot on my heels' feelings of inadequacy and smallness, I will try to use my smallness, and take Mother Theresa's words and example to heart:
"In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love."