Not Fear Or Hate

FD Thornton - Jekyll Island

Mrs. Fletcher solves another mystery through the walls of my office. While the sun quietly peeps from behind the clouds of a passing storm. I’m not at all surprised by the train whistle down the road, nor am I shocked of the deaths of the young and old on the news. It’s a melancholy day with not much happening other than what I make up in my head. For the wind still blows and the earth still turns, despite what I have to say about it or not. Do you dance with the stories narrated by Kings? Or do you look out the window and trust what your eyes see? For we all are told a story, for our benefit or our deceit.
 
I like to see myself as sort of a truth teller, while the rest of the world feeds on words cut and baled for them by mass media. But I would be a hypocrite to say I don’t feed on the same words. But then there are days when I just shut the whole thing off and trust what I see. Inside this cocoon of rural life and unhurried time. Here I find myself unencumbered by the need for attention and likes. I live as best I can on what I have, with the occasional splurge on a snack. But life demands our attention, in fact it screams for it. Feeding a set of algorithms while feeding us tension and pain.
 
I guess what I am telling myself is that, while life has its demands. It also gives you moments of rest. It’s just in this worry, worry, worry world we live in, it’s just hard to see. So as this month dedicated to mental health passes by let us focus on what it means to be free. Free of the troubles the world lays upon us and free of the stress we often lay upon ourselves. Give a moment to the breath and focus on the silence you need to hear. And if a voice comes to you with worry, give it it’s time in loving compassion. Not fear or hate.