As a writer I’m acutely aware of how much weight words carry. We fling them about these days, through various channels of social media, so many outlets of delivering what we feel, what we want to say.
I personally don’t Tweet, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest and whatever else there may be. I seriously don’t know how people have the time for all of it.
That’s not to say I never will, but it took me a couple of years to even start a blog. I grew up with the adage of not airing your “dirty laundry” in public. I still agree to that, to a certain extent.
What I love about social media is that it has brought to light many subjects that were hidden for so long. Abuse, mental illness, human rights, cultural differences and how we can intelligently solve problems if we listen to each other.
We have the astounding capability to communicate with people who we never would have, if not for social media. In some cases, it’s nothing short of a miracle when we do “connect.” It seems God-like, karma beautiful, fate-driven goodness, as if it were meant to be. We’ve read and seen stories of people being reunited and ones where altruism is brought to a whole new level of giving and kindness. The good of social media knows no bounds.
As does the flip side of it, but I won’t give any words or weight to writing about that. We always have the right to decide for ourselves what we want to fill our minds and hearts with.
This Time of Year
I feel festive, holiday-like this season. Remember what that feels like? When I was a little girl, I remember it. Sometimes there was snow, sometimes there wasn’t. But there was family, food, movies, and more than that, a sense of wonderment, as if there really was some magic floating around. Miracles. Goodness. Kindness. That fluttery feeling in your stomach, as if you just can’t contain the happiness you feel.
That feeling of life, and how much was in store for you. Just around the corner, was the next big thing that was going to happen to you and you would see this, do that. Exhilaration. Remember that?
As I approach the end of another year, I’m so grateful for feeling good — it’s an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Grateful for my health, my husband, my kids (they both have paws), my family, this place I call home. This country and despite the differences, it’s still the best place in the world, in my opinion, to live, love and learn. And to be open to learning more and more — always.
I’m thankful to learn how this generation will take care of this planet, this country and maybe reveal too much, but at the same time, reveal enough that we will finally, hopefully, once and for all, discover that we’re all in this together. And really, we’re more the same than we are different. So thank you, next generation, in advance for that.
Thank you for reading.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone — to you and yours. I hope you’re feeling good and your stomach gets that fluttery feeling and not just from all that food. Much love and happiness.
Because I’m missing a place I once called home and there are loved ones who live there, here’s a song dedicated to that place and those people in it.
Photo creds: Thank you, Lord Byron (Wikipedia), Happy, Bunny