Daily Cup of Why?
I start my morning like I do most, checking my emails, deciding what is
important enough to read, or what I can tolerate emotionally. My finger hovers
over the delete button, as I scroll through all my messages. There are several
from environmental, humanitarian or animal rescue sites. It is with trepidation
that I open and read most of these. That moment of hesitation, before embarking
of taking in what will surely make me FEEL, is constant. Do I just ignore all
the pleas for help from Haiti’s children, the flood victims American Humane’s
Second Chance Fund for abused animals, the rescue effort at the Gulf Coast,
stopping Japanese whaling, the abused women of the world, the injustice of
child labor, and human trafficking and the list goes on and on. So, with my
first cup of coffee, I sign petitions, that I can do, as well as share things I
believe need to be exposed on my sites, or I can also click delete, and then go
read a motivational book, and not let this darkness affect me However, it is
almost with sadistic devotion that I force myself to read, learn and hopefully
make some small difference. Does the knowing change anything, really? It
matters for me, because once you become awake, it is hard to go back to sleep.
I do wish I could pull life’s covers over my head and turn back over into a land
of unconscious slumber. However you cannot heal what you do not know and the
earth and all her inhabitants need to be healed. It is like watching a slow
death, between the air, oceans, soil, crops, climate and the horrific things we
perpetrate upon all living creatures. I was prompted to write after reading
success stories from the American Humane Society’s Second Chance Fund, for
animals that have been rescued from deplorable abusive situations. It is hard to
read and watch the videos, but I do. I focus on the success stories of the
animals that made it, and the wonderful lives they now live. Millions of
animals and humans are made to suffer at the hands of others. I go to a place
in my brain to try to understand how another could inflict such abuse on another
living creature, but come up empty handed every time. I cock my head to one
side like a dog listening to new noise as I think, as though it will help me
find the answer, but it never does. The only thing that come up is “Why?” A
lack of love is all that makes sense. Surely someone who had been given adequate
love and respect could not inflict such pain on another creature, unless they
were sociopathic or otherwise mentally ill? By extending others love, you are
making a difference, that is something we can all do. By being compassionate
with ourselves first, we can then give it away. Often the problem just seems so
huge, it feels like we digging a hole in the sand, and the hole fills in faster
than we can dig it. I have had people tell me, “Kat, you cannot save the
world.” Well, I know this to be true, but I also know the person or animal that
I choose to give love to, is changed in that same world. Giving love really
starts with how you give it to yourself. If you extend that which you have not
truly mastered, then what you are giving is not authentic love, but a way to
mask your own pain. So, for today, I will change the world by loving myself
deeply, truly and passionately. I will not speak an unkind word to my less than
perfect parts, I will embrace all my light, as well as the sharp edges. I will
energize myself with that power that lifts me, and then I will go out into the
world and give it away. I invite you to do the same. Or you can stay home and
read all the bad news, do nothing and see how that works for you?
I start my morning like I do most, checking my emails, deciding what is
important enough to read, or what I can tolerate emotionally. My finger hovers
over the delete button, as I scroll through all my messages. There are several
from environmental, humanitarian or animal rescue sites. It is with trepidation
that I open and read most of these. That moment of hesitation, before embarking
of taking in what will surely make me FEEL, is constant. Do I just ignore all
the pleas for help from Haiti’s children, the flood victims American Humane’s
Second Chance Fund for abused animals, the rescue effort at the Gulf Coast,
stopping Japanese whaling, the abused women of the world, the injustice of
child labor, and human trafficking and the list goes on and on. So, with my
first cup of coffee, I sign petitions, that I can do, as well as share things I
believe need to be exposed on my sites, or I can also click delete, and then go
read a motivational book, and not let this darkness affect me However, it is
almost with sadistic devotion that I force myself to read, learn and hopefully
make some small difference. Does the knowing change anything, really? It
matters for me, because once you become awake, it is hard to go back to sleep.
I do wish I could pull life’s covers over my head and turn back over into a land
of unconscious slumber. However you cannot heal what you do not know and the
earth and all her inhabitants need to be healed. It is like watching a slow
death, between the air, oceans, soil, crops, climate and the horrific things we
perpetrate upon all living creatures. I was prompted to write after reading
success stories from the American Humane Society’s Second Chance Fund, for
animals that have been rescued from deplorable abusive situations. It is hard to
read and watch the videos, but I do. I focus on the success stories of the
animals that made it, and the wonderful lives they now live. Millions of
animals and humans are made to suffer at the hands of others. I go to a place
in my brain to try to understand how another could inflict such abuse on another
living creature, but come up empty handed every time. I cock my head to one
side like a dog listening to new noise as I think, as though it will help me
find the answer, but it never does. The only thing that come up is “Why?” A
lack of love is all that makes sense. Surely someone who had been given adequate
love and respect could not inflict such pain on another creature, unless they
were sociopathic or otherwise mentally ill? By extending others love, you are
making a difference, that is something we can all do. By being compassionate
with ourselves first, we can then give it away. Often the problem just seems so
huge, it feels like we digging a hole in the sand, and the hole fills in faster
than we can dig it. I have had people tell me, “Kat, you cannot save the
world.” Well, I know this to be true, but I also know the person or animal that
I choose to give love to, is changed in that same world. Giving love really
starts with how you give it to yourself. If you extend that which you have not
truly mastered, then what you are giving is not authentic love, but a way to
mask your own pain. So, for today, I will change the world by loving myself
deeply, truly and passionately. I will not speak an unkind word to my less than
perfect parts, I will embrace all my light, as well as the sharp edges. I will
energize myself with that power that lifts me, and then I will go out into the
world and give it away. I invite you to do the same. Or you can stay home and
read all the bad news, do nothing and see how that works for you?
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