No matter how exercized people may get about the state of politics, religion, or world affairs, it seems to me that the world ticks along regardless of the hubbub.
For example, my brother and his gorgeous wife adopted a two year old and T and I attended a “welcome home” party for the little guy. It was fun–not an actual birth, no, but just as amazing. He is such a cutie, and his new mommy and daddy are as enamored of him as he is of them. It was nice to see my brother and his family, and my sister also came, so we got to see her and her family. There was food, and a slip-and-slide. Hilarity ensued.
And at the same time, my brother-in-law, T’s brother, who has been fighting pancreatic cancer for over two years, has finally been sent to out-of-home hospice care. His poor, dear, wife can’t manage his care by herself anymore, bless her. My heart breaks for her, but really, all she wants right now is to sleep; she is exhausted.
And what do all of these people really care about what is happening on the other side of the world, or the other side of the country, or the other side of the block, for that matter. What is important are the connections they have in their hearts, in their homes, with other people, people they love.
Sometimes, it is necessary to take a step back from the insanity and anger and outrage out in the world, and just breathe in and out. Just hug someone you love. Just be at peace in your home, and bake a pie for someone. Or take flowers to a neighbor. Or help a homeless pet.
It’s the little things, people. Those are the important things.