A couple of weeks ago my husband and I dropped off food, clothing and toys to a local Salvation Army for distribution at holiday time. As we left, we passed a middle-aged man. He held two empty bags in his hand. His face was gentle yet drawn, his demeanor sad and tired, his clothes neat and clean, but worn.
How little would the kaleidoscope of life have needed to turn for me to be him, and him to be me? To not have enough money to pay for rent and food? To feel the humiliation of walking into a food bank, bags in hand? To be depleted in body, mind and spirit just trying to survive?
A client of mine recently shared how he is trying to shift his perspective from
“I have to…” to “I get to…” He gave examples such as:
I have to pick up my kids vs. I get to pick up my kids.
I have to visit my parents vs. I get to visit my parents.
I have to go to work vs. I get to go to work.
I have to buy groceries vs. I get to buy groceries.
I have to cook dinner vs. I get to cook dinner.
How blessed we are if we “get to” experience some of the basic gifts in life. And how fortunate we may be to enjoy good health; to share the support of family and friends whom we love and who love us in return.
Over the last few years the world as we knew it has mutated into an organism we no longer recognize, leaving us anxious, confused and disoriented. And yet, I believe if we quiet our souls, we can find a way through.
Back in 1943, during World War II, when the entire world was excoriated by barbarism, genocide, famine, terror, torture, upheaval, death and utter destruction, the poet and essayist T.S. Eliot shone a light in the darkness when he wrote: