Choices

My son sequesters himself for a few days of creativity.  I understand that need for solitude, it doesn't surprise me at all.  What does surprise me is that he took one of my poems off the Internet and made a song out of it!

My niece asks me to drive her to Louisiana and what she sees as a favor becomes an opportunity for me too.

My grandchildren are busy people, working, playing, living their own lives and whenever those lives touch mine in any way I find myself immeasurably enriched.  Their smiles, their artwork, their choices contantly amaze me.

I turn on the television and am instantly assaulted by a draining drama backed up by music chosen for its emotional impact depicting animals whose lives are filled with suffering because of us, people.  Another show is about screaming burn patients whose skin is being peeled away as a nurse dabs something under her nose to dull the smell.  That was yesterday and I am still reeling from the five minutes the tube was on.

There is a time to do good work and a time to enjoy life, but when the enjoyment becomes real horror I have a choice and I choose not to dwell on the horror, especially for recreation.