As Mr. UT and I were walking yesterday, I knew a poem was coming to me. So I share it here:
I felt it today,
The warmer sunshine,
The longer lighted skies,
Though winter is not yet over,
Feelings of hope begin to rise.
Actually, this winter has been very kind to us in Minnesota! We usually have many days of sub zero temperatures and/or windchills. This year has been mild for us, so far!
I’ve been reading Think Like A Monk, by Jay Shetty. It has some reminders and nuggets of inspiration to living life with more peace. One of the chapters is on the topic of service, which I know is important to a life of purpose. As I read and watch news stories, I am always amazed at the way some people are doing wonderful things to help other people during the pandemic. One young woman is making warm blankets using the bags from chips! So many people giving time and money to help.
We hear about service in circles of recovery. I understand why it’s important, because if we help make the world a little bit better, we also focus outward, and less on our problems. When we help without wanting anything in return, our happiness increases.
I think of this also because Mr. UT and I are essential caregivers for my 95 year old mother, who is in an assisted living home. We go two or three times a week, to bring her groceries, do a bit of cleaning, take her to doctor appointments, and just sit and chat. We are retired, so we have time to do this for her, to bring a bit of joy to her. While we are there, we wave and say hello to all the other people we meet.
I know when I was teaching full time, I had no time to volunteer, so I looked at how my career was one of service. Whether it was going in on weekends to make my classroom look welcoming, more time for children that needed it, or helping with extra fun after school activities, all of those are service.
I don’t think service needs to be a big thing, little things count too! Picking up trash in the park you walk through, or holding the door open for other people, or giving money to a food shelf. Little things add up.
All I know is this. When I feel depressed and down, if I help someone else, even one little thing, they feel better and so do I.
“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own.” ~Abraham Lincoln
With a Prayer for All Who are Suffering,
On Day 2337,
PS – My friend helped my mom meet Bernie! LOL