We went outside to get some fresh air and to enjoy the sunshine. Spring is unfolding and feels so good. I am loving the light filled days and scents wafting through the air and love being away from screens and news.
Juliana got out the good chalk for us, that we had been saving, to use to doodle on the sidewalk. We started with an idea and then we both get to creating, adding on to each others’ design with color and texture. I enjoyed our collaboration and seeing how beautifully our creation came together.
There were two discussions on social media that gathered a lot of attention. One was from a dog owner who was upset that someone called the police because they were unhappy with the dogs being off leash at the nearby elementary school where being off leash is prohibited.
The other story was about a patron of Costco who was angry because a Costco employee insisted they wear a face mask before entering, which is the current rule for all who enter.
Both people sharing their stories were very upset with the restrictions on their freedom that they did not choose, which brings me to tonight’s post about the definition of freedom.
One way to think of freedom is freedom to or freedom from. For example, one has the freedom to smoke and one desires the freedom from smoke. When one’s freedom choice infringes on the freedom of another, we might think about the greater good. If one’s freedom to do something infringes on another’s freedom from something, that’s a good time to consider others for the greater good of humanity. One is not wrong for wanting to practice their individual right however creating peace in this world some times involves self sacrifice for the greater good.
Let’s practice respecting the other and considering when we can let go of our own personal rights for the sake of the greater good in our communities, as we can.
A negative mind will never give you a positive life.
This was what was sitting on our table at the tea shop. I love quotes and sayings that make me think.
Last week I was lucky enough to share tea with Jessie. She’s in junior high school and we’ve been friends since before she was born.
We used to paint our nails together and go on nature walks, playing with and picking up the fallen leaves in the neighborhood.
For Christmas a couple years ago, I gave her gift cards to get bubble teas, which all the kids love around here in Silicon Valley.
A couple weeks ago, I shared a picture of her via text, from our joint family vacation, that made me smile as I relived the joy from that day. I casually mentioned letting me know if she wanted to get away for a tea date.
She texted me back, smiling from the memories and later texted again asking if I wanted to go for tea on Friday. My schedule was full and I said yes. Creating space for joy and intention and connection is on my priority list. I texted her mom to be sure it was okay. I love having things to anticipate and this brought great joy.
Friday came and the two of us headed out for our date. We sat and shared our drinks, popcorn chicken and conversation without cell phones interrupting us. We didn’t want to go back.
I loved this moment and hearing about her life. I’m sure glad she wasn’t too busy and chose to want to spend time with me and tea.
There’s not much in the world I can truly say I hate. But I hateHarvey.
We have been sitting here for more hours than I can begin to count being brutally lashed by his seemingly never ending fury. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t scary…terrifying…at times, but we are among the lucky ones. We are safe and dry.
Harvey has taken so much from so many. Homes, lives, hopes, jobs–all washed into the Gulf of Mexico by his relentless anger. As the horrifying images and desperate needs flash across my screen in endless and quick succession, I sit here with tears in my eyes. Where do you begin? I have never felt so helpless. My neighbors are in dire straits and I can’t do anything but pray. It’s a terrible feeling.
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