Sunday, March 6, 2022

SOLSC 2022 #6 - On hopelessness

 





It is March 2022 and time for the
Every single day, for all thirty-one days of March,
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Most days, I begin quietly, contemplatively. I read, re-read, listen to, absorb a variety of meditative, loving, inspirational sources. It's somewhat aimless, unstructured, this quiet alone time. I take a lot of notes. I write write write in a daily journal. I write into the day. I love this time alone. It is sacred time.

Today begins with my finding these notes on an index card, kept at my writing table, from an interview I listened to ages ago... words from Devendra Banhart   - 

I have no faith -
zero, zilch, nada -
in today being a good day.
But I can try to do good today.

(I jotted them down quickly, they are perhaps an incomplete quote, but you get the idea.)

I love this.
Seriously, I do.
Just what I needed to absorb today.

I am grieving, we are grieving; raw from the death of our sister/sister-in-law just two weeks ago, the sad surprise of her death, all the emotions, history, memories it has dredged up... battered from the daily painful news of the war and atrocities in Ukraine; I could go on and on; yes, I'm just/we're just hurting, hurting, hurting. 

I have no faith -
zero, zilch, nada -
in today being a good day.
But I can try to do good today.

I went out on a long walk by myself, trying to lose myself in my head, pound and ground my body to churn away all the yuck inside...yes, if I can't seem to solve it through writing, I'll often try to walk it off.

There was this little guy, maybe eight years old, struggling with his bicycle - walking it on the side of the road. He wasn't someone I knew, he was a stranger to me, just a young boy. He was at that 'thickening' stage of child development, before height and hormones come racing in. I was immediately heartened to see him, just to feast my eyes on his roundness, thinking about my three sons when they were younger, how they grew just like this. Yes, I'm a weirdo. Hahaha. Anyhow, I called out to him - 

Do you need help? 

And he shook his head, no. At once, I could see the mixed-bag fear of 'I don't know you, lady, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers,' maybe even - 'hey, neither of us is wearing a mask, I need to keep away from you.' But his sweaty, frustrated face, the struggle and exhaustion in his eyes, made me think otherwise - he did need help. He couldn't get the bike going. I crossed the street to his side, keeping a distance, and said gently,

Looks like that could be the chain. I've had that happen a time or two. May I give you a hand? and I pointed towards the bike. 

He whispered, okay and rolled/scooched the bike towards me.

One knee in the dirt, next to the bike, I held the bike up with one hand, and took stock - yep, there's the drooping chain, slipped off. With my other hand, I grabbed it, pulled it, tucked it back into position onto the sprocket, instantaneously feeling the mucky slime of grease on my fingers (such a distant yet familiar feeling is bike grease). I rolled the bike back towards the boy, and wiped my greasy hands in the grass.

Give that a go. I think that's all it needed.

He jumped back on the bike and rode off, with an enthusiastic - Yes! It works! and an even bigger shout "THANK YOU!"

Leaving me smiling.

I have no faith -
zero, zilch, nada -
in today being a good day.
But I can try to do good today.


8 comments:

  1. Sending you lots of love and wishes for healing, this emotion that’s so consuming, so unpredictable. Yet you found a way to do something good for a child, a reminder of life’s circularity and it’s temporal nature. And I bet you increased that child’s faith in humanity and made his day a good one. I suspect the grief will remain, but it can in time hide its ubiquitous face.

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    1. Thanks, Glenda - you are always so supportive and caring! Truly, I am doing pretty well. I just thought it was funny/coincidental how I read that quote and then ran into this little guy...it does pull one out of a funk, to reach outside oneself. Thanks!

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  2. Your heart reached out to the boy on the bike. He will remember your goodness and hopefully pay it forward.

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    1. Yes, and each small little giving moment like this reveals a little more joy in the world! I was boosted by this simple moment.

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  3. This sacred time, unstructured, filled with what inspires, is necessary each day that we live. So is the fulfillment in doing a small act of good for the sake of it... being able to help someone in some small way takes away bit of the burden of so much that we cannot help. It reminds us there IS hope. A very needed slice, Maureen!

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    1. Thank you, Fran! As I just reflected to Margaret above, this little moments are 'hopeful' all around - to the receiver, yes, but, to the do-er...such a small thing that gave me such a positive bounce.

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  4. Oh, yes. What a sweet and truth quote. It was so nice that you could do good today. Yours and Carol V.'s posts today are inspiring me to write in the morning again!

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    1. Thank you, Denise! I will go check out Carol's post. Love this community sharing!

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