This morning I remembered that while it is natural to be anxious and afraid, please picture the future we want not the one we don't want. Picture the good side, bigger and more powerful than the dark one.
We can be realistic, participate in the resistance but also create a better future in the multiverse by believing and envisioning that we can get there. It sounds Pollyanna-ish but according to quantum psychics, that is how we do it.
I'm posting this quote from @raincloud because this, to me, is what this thread is about. And it's an example of an unexpectedly positive post changed my night for the better. Thank you!
Cheers everyone, THANK YOU for being such an inspiration during the pandemic and now.
I am so incredibly grateful to all of you.
My unexpected positive is having 3 daughters (2 with disabilities). Headsmart and heartsmart daughters that have taught me and so many people love and acceptance.
I start work every day at 6:45am and this was the first email I read this morning. A newsletter from Glennon Doyle with such inspiring words:
“My first moments each day truly feel like waking up, like rising. I slowly rise through levels/eras of me until I make my way to the surface—to the air, to today, to this sober/ dependable/ almost-a-little-bit dignified person I’ve become—and I can take a big breath.
Every morning it’s confusion, then pain and fear, and then: sweeping relief. Overwhelming gratitude.
Anyone who has had a tough past, a hard start to life, a shitty first life draft, a horrible era or relationship from which they’ve emerged, knows: one of the secrets to happiness is contrast.
Nobody is more happy in the light than someone who has spent eons in the dark. It’s a damn gift, that kind of contrast that allows you to see clearly.
Here, here’s what I mean:
Weather
By Linda Pastan
Because of the menace
your father opened
like a black umbrella
and held high
over your childhood
blocking the light,
your life now seems
to you exceptional
in its simplicities.
You speak of this,
throwing the window open
on a plain spring day,
dazzling
after such a winter.
Thank God for the light blockers. Maybe yours was a father, like the poet’s. Mine was booze (and many other things). It doesn’t matter what yours was, really. It just matters that you had one.
Because without your light blocker, you’d not know the sweet relief of light’s return.
And you have to know–you have to know–in order to see clearly……each day…….as the exceptional, simple, dazzling miracle it is.”
Raincloud, your comment about being Pollyanna-ish struck a chord with me. It reminded me of two scriptures.
Matthew 18:2-5. "He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven".
and
Matthew 10:16 "Pay attention, now! I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. So be as cunning as serpents and as innocent as doves".
https://open.substack.com/pub/gurdeeppandher/p/kindness-harder?r=duigr&utm_medium=ios
i am following “The Gurdeep Magazine” on Substack and Gurdeep Pandher is an INSPIRATION!!
His philosophy is:
”In the face of increasing global discord and polarization, let’s display togetherness and kindness harder — because that is the best resistance against those who seek to divide people to rise to power.
While exploring these challenging topics, he believes it is essential to provide his readers with moments of respite and levity.
Although discussing important subjects is necessary and valuable for our collective understanding, we must simultaneously nurture our inner joy and maintain our emotional well-being.
The ability to balance serious discourse with moments of lightness allows us to approach complex issues with greater resilience and clarity.
He has chosen to keep his articles free to ensure they remain accessible to everyone, regardless of their income.
This brief positivity tale relates to my vivacious, sharp-as-a tack 96 year old stepmother. She just excused herself from my phone call because she didn't want to be late for the LBGQT party next door plus she needed time to put on her new rainbow T-shirt that she purchased for the occasion.
Her neighborhood in southern CA has morphed into a warm, all types-and-persuasions welcome sort of block where warmth and mutual support make an independent senior's life richer and safer.
BTW, my step-mother's political activities still outpace most people's.....
Well today we went to the beach. I was reluctant to go because I am still sick but decided to risk it. It was a beautiful day. We had so much fun and then my luck ran out. I became very ill and we had to leave early.
I have suffered from poor health since forever. I spent my eighteenth birthday in severe distress. Yet I have never cried about it. As we walked back to the car I cried a little in frustration.
As we were leaving the sky turned black. I had told my boyfriend that we would be driving out of the storm. We did and made every green light. I was encouraged because we would be home soon and I could rest. We were forced to turn around though because of some downed wires. When we did we saw an enormous rainbow. It seemed to be following us home.
This is the second double rainbow we have seen lately. I felt it was a sign for me and for everyone else.
I felt that I will heal. That I will get on top of this and I will be less inwardly wrecked over the choices my child has made for the both of us.
I felt that we are all being comforted and we will overcome.
We were in the right place at the right time.