Saturday, June 8, 2013

Dodging the bullets

I've been away for quite a while, haven't I?
Reading with delight Sachi's gracious posts, and feeling a little apart from it all.
Truth is, May has been..ahem, atrocious. In many ways.
I hadn't been through so much stress for ages, and stress is no stranger to me.
Then the sunlight hit again. Then health and radiant days came back again.
And in the midst of it all, I've been witness these last days to a number of casual,  mean events.
I've been reminded that although Man is given the beautiful gift of life - LIFE! - he too often, too readily uses this magnificent gift for petty crusades, low arguments, meaningless fights.
I've been witness these last days to cowardly revenge, linguistic integrism (hello, anti-English crowds, what a fight you're having here!), wrong accusations, small country town gossip, racism and rejection of someone different. And this is an open-ended list...
And it all boils down to such a loss of time.
Such carelessness for that gift we were all given.
To such negativity.
Turning petty details into fights. Cajoling revenge like a newborn.
Attacking the weakest. Teaming with the strongest, often happening to be the dumbest.
Enjoying to annoy, avoiding to help, focusing on antagonism.
Refusing to breathe, refusing to understand, refusing to let go, refusing to be kind, refusing to listen.
But Valerie, this doesn't sound like you!? Usually, not.
But May was bad, and bad brings out good.
And seeing what good I have, what good I may not have always been aware of, I see what good is spoiled.
How Man is too often daft. What a mess he makes of so many beautiful things.
What a waste. What a shame. How violent.
And it feels like all these little petty events I've been witness to surround us like bullets.
Being dragged into fights, having to speak up to defend rights, feels like dodging bullets.
I've been dodging a few bullets. I've had to shoot a few. And I dislike!
Except flying to the rescue of the oppressed. That, I love :)
But at least I'm thinking that this blog's idea - enhancing, praising, favouring beauty and peace - wasn't such a bad idea. Wasn't it?
Love to all of you folks.


  1. Love how you said that -- oh good heavens. We've been given LIFE. How sad and what a loss that not everyone would want to spend it at least trying to shape their souls into things of beauty and understanding and compassion. I am not all those things, but I desperately want to be. And I feel such disappointment when I see even something as small as someone yelling in impatience at the grocery store clerk who isn't getting everyone's tings rung up quickly enough. Sad that pettiness exists. Sad that people are living lives never reaching for the joy of something higher. But, I know too there are plenty of others who are seeking to be more and uplift more. Sorry your May was full of seeing so much of the opposite.

    1. Dear Nancy, I felt happy reading your comment, and like you, I desperately try to shape my soul into things of beauty, compassion and understanding. You are right, there are many people out there trying to be more and uplift more. And the beauty of it is that one person like that can outdo the negative power of several people of the petty kind.