Some people live without working; others work without living. Speaking of... if your heart catches in your throat, what do you do?
A writer-friend once suggested - simply, "to ask a bird how she sings." I might just do that. It makes sense. Often, we try to figure out things too much, we get wrapped up in analysis and figuring out. I was a lot like that moons ago whilst employed by giant multi-nationals in the information technology industry.
Well, birds sing all the time. They sing lovely too. The nightingale. The robins. Even the loud kookaburra makes sense. We need a release in our lives. Singing. Laughing. Letting go. *I found the last one most difficult those years when my grieving process was utmost.* This didn't mean that just because I temporarily withdrew or my posts sounded sad or depressed that I was being negative. The healing process must eventuate and be given a chance for the cycle to complete. Simple as that.
Even a sigh or rant to another person, if only to be heard. Not to dwell on it, but a release.
On the other hand, it doesn't necessarily mean that as a taker, if we are, that we need to respond or analyse in kind every action or word we receive. At times, we have to be sensitive enough when to talk back, what to email, or when to listen. For this may be what the other person wants or needs, just an active listening ear.
Today, I had a good time catching up with a friend.
What can we do worthwhile? Or, what despair can we turn into a song? Perhaps, whistle a happy tune?
