Now THIS is the sort of internal reflection that is meaningful and productive. I love this: "‘Heal all wounds’, it says. ‘Bring hope, build bridges, defend the weak… feed the poor; sow only light and never darkness.’" To that I say a RESOUNDING AMEN! Yes, it's that simple and real. It's concrete and it is beautiful.
I don't go with totally abstract slicing and dicing how many angels dance on the head of a pin. But when someone comes up with such excellent advice about how to live a good live and get closer to salvation, I'M ALL IN. Thank you for your essay, Peter. <3
Beautifully written and extremely sad.Being a single mother myself I can only imagine what was going through Ida's mind regarding her son.
I hope he has supportive and good people around him.
Feeling satisfaction at our inaction I think, is known locally as complacency.
We are all guilty-till someone dies then we all wake up for a few brief enlightened minutes😵 and feel pain along with appreciation for what we have but then life- for us at least- goes back to 'normal'.
And we eventually forget about people like Ida's son.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading and responding Brian. That's what it's all about!
Now THIS is the sort of internal reflection that is meaningful and productive. I love this: "‘Heal all wounds’, it says. ‘Bring hope, build bridges, defend the weak… feed the poor; sow only light and never darkness.’" To that I say a RESOUNDING AMEN! Yes, it's that simple and real. It's concrete and it is beautiful.
Billie, I'm grateful that you found some meaning from this post. It's very heartening. Amen Sister!
I don't go with totally abstract slicing and dicing how many angels dance on the head of a pin. But when someone comes up with such excellent advice about how to live a good live and get closer to salvation, I'M ALL IN. Thank you for your essay, Peter. <3
If you're all in, i'm ALL IN. Thanks Billie.
Beautifully written and extremely sad.Being a single mother myself I can only imagine what was going through Ida's mind regarding her son.
I hope he has supportive and good people around him.
Feeling satisfaction at our inaction I think, is known locally as complacency.
We are all guilty-till someone dies then we all wake up for a few brief enlightened minutes😵 and feel pain along with appreciation for what we have but then life- for us at least- goes back to 'normal'.
And we eventually forget about people like Ida's son.
It's easy to write about complacency.
That's complacent in itself.
Harder to do something about it.
Ida's son has many people who love and care for him. And yes; "doing something" worthwhile is a world apart from writing about it.