Tuesday, January 3, 2012
My friend ,Ryan,wrote this on his blog the other day and it struck a chord with me:
"...by our mere appearance on this planet,we matter".It soothed me very much and sounded like something that I hung onto in my lonely teen-age years."You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here...."The Desiderata.
That loneliness and wondering where I fit has happily left me along with many negative tapes that used to play in my head.When they left,at what exact moment, I do not know but I believe that it must have been when I let go of my will and handed it over to the Creator of that same universe.There was no flash of light or angel song but now my spirit has a certitude that it is loved,no,treasured.
In the spirit of red things,I wonder how I can help someone feel that they matter.
I think this is going to take some pondering on my part.I withhold love easily.I was taught that the worst thing was to make a fool of myself or wear my heart on my sleeve.The only thing that I can think of right now is to say,"Is there anything that I can do to help you?".That makes love real.Any suggestions?