Good and Evil

It was still snowing when I woke yesterday morning. I was still coughing, sometimes badly. At least I wasn’t feeling as if I was going to die. I’ve been hacking and coughing off and on, mostly on, since early February. I’m tired of it. I must stay chilled to heal. I should read Norman Cousins Anatomy of an Illness again. What I have been reading is Mary Trump’s Too Much and Never Enough. It’s the autobiography of Donald Trump by his niece.

I woke this morning feeling much better. My cough is still with me but much gentler. I think I will live. I’m not sure about our world though. The war is still very much on despite the cease fire. Why is there so much hate in the world? I have to stop torturing myself thinking about all of this. I have to save my energy to heal and to live. There is good and evil and the evil is being exposed to us at an alarming amount and rate. I need to stop focusing on the evil and bathe myself in some goodness.

I think the warm weather will stay now. The sun was shining bright today. Most of the snow are gone. The greenhouse is doing well. I have spinach and lettuce poking their heads through. My father and I had a good coffee break with friends at the mall this afternoon. Chicken was on sale at Freshco. I picked up 2 packs of 2 chickens/pack. One pack cost $12 and the other $10. Great deals, eh?

A Privilege

It’s another day in August. Not too many more days left now. It’s starting to feel like autumn. Not that we’ve had much of a summer. I’m not complaining but learning to appreciate what we have. I’ve been listening to my favourite muse, Caroline Myss, again. She has said many times that it is a privilege to be living in these times. So as hard and painful life has been, I am grateful to be alive and awake to what we have today. I shall take this gift to explore and learn.

This is an era of dynamic change, as well as chaos—but truly, it is a privilege to be alive at a time when we are discovering so much about the power of our own nature.

Though I try not to scroll in the morning, it is hard to escape the headlines. This morning it was the news of a crematorium with 381 bodies thrown indiscriminately on the floor without being cremated. A horrible story, not good for the soul but one that needed to be told. We need to know that light and darkness exist in this world we live in. I am an adult. I am strong. I must not turn away and hide my head in the sand. Evil and goodness do exist.