![]() Sometimes a DJ dance set with a pounding beat can change my gloomy mood, or a shouting rage of punk can successfully wring me out. ![]() I must breathe.Īnd just as I breathe, I listen to music. It is a forgotten thing, until we make a point to focus clearly on it.īreathing is a form of survival for me. Because breathing is our lifeline, and the power behind our most basic need. I refuse to stick my head in the sand, but I have to take a step back every once in a while to breathe. ![]() Remaining focused on the good in our lives may be our only solace. Maybe we can only do what is best in a single moment, by bonding friendships, supporting loved ones, and finding some small way to give back in thankfulness. Perhaps it is completely out of my hands, perhaps it is out of all of our hands. My worry is bubbling up and beginning to effect those around me. But still….I find myself lost with no map. I look for life rafts everywhere, I try to acknowledge my blessings, and let people know I care. I just simply wade through the rising tides of discouragement barely keeping my head above water. The constant twisted news, feeds my frightened addiction and I am beginning to find myself at the brink of despair. ![]() There is always a new tragedy of hateful words, angry leaders, dangerous weather, or tricky political stunts and putdowns. I understand the saying, “wait for the other shoe to drop” because it always seems to do so. We have narrowly escaped disaster after disaster. But while I wait, the world seems to crumble around me. I am a sponge longing to soak up something worthwhile. ![]()
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