Simple Goodness

I have spent most of this day doing really nothing at all. I don’t seem to have the energy, nor the motivation to get up and get going. I am feeling tired. The cloudy day was perfect for holing up and hibernating. Allowing myself the indulgences of doing nothing and I mean really nothing. I did not watch television, or read, or meditate, or really even think. Somehow this day just passed me by.

Tonight, as I took the garbage and recycling bags up to the front street, I noticed the moon. Bright yellow and almost glittery, but with a rainbow-like nimbus around it. A strange looking phenomena that I’m sure people would have attached great significance to in the olden days. Heck, for all I know, someone is still doing that, dancing around in some meadow, beating drums and chanting because the clouds have left a hole for the moon to peek through.

In the midst of incredible greed, horrific hidden prejudices, and a million other plagues. People are doing anything to make things better. Their idea of better that is, not necessarily really better.

Only a few people I know are doing good just because it is the right thing to do, but these few are the ones who give me the energy to write my thots at the end of a day like this. People who willingly give others what they need simply because they love them, really love them. People who put their money or their actions or their thoughts where their heart is, no strings attached. From those who sit rocking their babies and singing them to sleep, to those who make that action possible, I am grateful. What beautiful people they are!

I pick Chauncey up and give him a cuddle. It is really a surrogate cuddle, a hug for all those good folks I cannot reach, the ones who make this night not just bearable, but sweet.