I continue to find the Web Log Universe to be interesting, captivating and therapeutic. Blogs are a smart and informative world to participate in. Ordinary people being anything but ordinary as they express their passions through the eyes of their Web Log world. I am drawn to the eclectic topic choices; The Arts. Cooking or Diets. Humor or Sadness. Love or Romance. Family or Kids. Dogs or Cats. Cocktail parties or Alkies. You name it, we are all here. It is as if our computers transform into a magic carpet ride that delivers us to any place or topic that catches our curiosity or passions. Personally, creating my blog has especially been therapeutic during this long year of the unknown, unemployment and endless attempts and appointments to solve my chronic pain and health challenges.
The other afternoon as I sat in my home and read the local newspaper and sipped a cup of some good fresh coffee, I came across an article about the homeless shelter and their donation wish list. To be honest I wasn’t up to it at all, but I pushed myself out the door. First stopped at the store. Then parked in front of the shelter. I was greeted by two gracious young men who helped me bring in my donations of a couple of pounds of coffee, creamers, plastic spoons and plastic cups. I walked around a bit to get a feel of the place and when I was finished, I went straight back to my home and crash landed on my couch.
Early the next morning, I slowly found my way down stairs and attempted to shake off the cob webs. I then looked out my sliding glass door to check the early morning temperature. A creative and positive thought came to me – I grabbed my Blackberry to take a picture of my thermometer as it hit the “freezing” mark. 32 degrees in Santa Clarita, California? Burrr! With the simple click of my camera, I fade from my usual sadness of isolation to my humble gratefulness for my warm home. A quiet blessing fills my heart as I take the picture for my blog proving how cold it is outside.
I pressed “send” and as I wait a moment for the picture to drop into my lap top – I navigated to my blog where I was able to enjoy a lovely surprise when I receive a comment under my latest post. I appreciate the feeling of connecting as I check my blog stats and see I have many people who keep on visiting and reading every day. It helps me feel as though I am not so alone here on my deserted island and that I am not totally isolated here wasting my time – I know that getting well is not time wasted – but it is easy for me to forget, as it has been an odd year full of life lesson after life lesson.
It is an interesting world right now as well as an odd time with the economy where my ill-health, unemployment and feeling lonely, actually makes me one of the lucky ones. Not only am I maintaining my sobriety during this time, I do not find myself in the position of standing in line with a back pack and a shivering body as I wait to get into a homeless shelter. The thing is though, I felt hope in this shelter when I dropped off my items. Hope.
I stand inside my home and look through my sliding glass door, a couple of inches away, my thermometer informs me it is literally freezing outside – 32 degrees. I am one of the lucky ones, but not because I have a roof over my head and I am warm. But because I am still feeling hope this morning. It had been with me ever since I was at that shelter. People with hope are the lucky ones.