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365 Letters to Myself

January 28th - Helpless...

The feeling of being helpless is truly one of the worst. Like when there are no appropriate words, when love seems forbidden, when government pursues their agenda for extremists-not the ‘silent’ majority, always in the case of an illness-especially vulnerable children (or aging moms) …and so on.

I try to give presence. I keep faith. I attempt to speak upon deaf ears through social media. I practice patience and comfort.

The ironic thing about choosing to write a bit on this, all the moments in a day, week, month that I have fallen short to act within my abilities. I wasn’t helpless to do and yet I didn’t, justifying its ok to pause, take rest, just be. One of my phrases for the year, presence not perfection, feels appropriate for the debate I am starting to engage in.

Embrace the moments to act within our abilities, balancing the times when all we can do is accept.

Hmmm, presence…day 187!

Thank you if you choose to join the journey. Let's hope it is more fun than tears!

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