My ONE Attachment I Will Allow Myself
Posted 10-29-2010 at 06:59 AM by LookinForMayberry
Seems like whenever I start getting optimistic about outcomes, I get disappointed. It can make me pretty testy. Then I have to go back and remember that the human race has been doing exactly what its doing to themselves and others, since we crawled down from the trees and out of the caves.
Still I cannot help wishing that we'd learned something along the way. Some of us did. Moses did, Buddha did, and Christ; probably there were countless others that never made the current "media." Then, every time one of them showed the rest of us the way we stopped, considered briefly, and went back to dancing with the Golden Calf.
Last weekend we attended a workshop to become advocates for the homeless. We learned reminders about participating in the political processes. I left feeling empowered. I was going to make a difference. I dove into the waters.
It's a pretty big river. It didn't notice me. I made it to shore and stood to watch it pass. I'll wade the shoreline for a time, and see if I find a place I can turn its path.
Next Tuesday, I go to my volunteer orientation at the pet shelter in the town where I work. I've told them I am available Tuesdays and Thursdays, after work. I have aspirations to help the critters, and maybe improve things. In my heart, I think probably I will just clean out cages, get scratched and hissed at, and go home tired. Still, I will be doing something. I hope I can stick to it, through the disappointment of knowing that I won't really change anything, at least not visibly.
Maybe though, just maybe, by being there, by doing what I can do, I might unknowingly change someone's ideas about giving up on their pet, or improve an abandoned pet's life for just a few minutes. Maybe I can accept that it is the small, incremental improvements that eventually add up.
I hope so, and I have to hope. It's the attachment I will continue to allow myself.
Still I cannot help wishing that we'd learned something along the way. Some of us did. Moses did, Buddha did, and Christ; probably there were countless others that never made the current "media." Then, every time one of them showed the rest of us the way we stopped, considered briefly, and went back to dancing with the Golden Calf.
Last weekend we attended a workshop to become advocates for the homeless. We learned reminders about participating in the political processes. I left feeling empowered. I was going to make a difference. I dove into the waters.
It's a pretty big river. It didn't notice me. I made it to shore and stood to watch it pass. I'll wade the shoreline for a time, and see if I find a place I can turn its path.
Next Tuesday, I go to my volunteer orientation at the pet shelter in the town where I work. I've told them I am available Tuesdays and Thursdays, after work. I have aspirations to help the critters, and maybe improve things. In my heart, I think probably I will just clean out cages, get scratched and hissed at, and go home tired. Still, I will be doing something. I hope I can stick to it, through the disappointment of knowing that I won't really change anything, at least not visibly.
Maybe though, just maybe, by being there, by doing what I can do, I might unknowingly change someone's ideas about giving up on their pet, or improve an abandoned pet's life for just a few minutes. Maybe I can accept that it is the small, incremental improvements that eventually add up.
I hope so, and I have to hope. It's the attachment I will continue to allow myself.
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