Song lyrics take us to specific moments in time, either when we first heard it or when we truely felt them. For instance, “Dancing in the dark, middle of the night …” is a song from my teenage years. I never paid it any attention until I heard as an adult in love. Now it randomly pops into my head when I think of my hubby. I know sappy.
Another song, Next to You by Shennodah takes me back to being a little kid riding beside my dad as he sang along. The memory makes me smile, and a little sad at the same time. Jimmy Buffett’s Fruitcakes album reminds of a family vacation we took to Key West, that was our trip sound track.
Memories can uplift us, or they can haunt us. Sometimes I wonder if the “ghosts” people sense are just haunted memories that the person couldn’t or wouldn’t let go. Idiot moments from my past haunt me. While other memories of the people I love, bring me to tears and uplift me. Moments that can be relived over and over again when we need the metaphysical hug of one who has moved on.
Dreams can invoke memories or use them as a springboard into our subconscious mind. A way to understand and process those feelings we otherwise would retreat from. Journalling also allows us a safe way to work through those emotions, memories and feelings that leave us naked and raw feeling. My writing is a blend of dreams, journaling and using the raw emotion to infuse my words. Sometimes I get it right, other times not so much.
As writers, we use raw emotions, thoughts, and what if to make our readers feel a certain way.
“No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.” Aseop
I read this quote a few years ago when it was International Kindness day or something. And I printed it off with a bunch of other kindness quote. This week this quote was hammered home. I work for a small town and I have gotten to know them over the years. Some no matter what will fuss, just to have something to fuss about. Some are lonely and like having a real person to talk to. Some are standoffish no matter how friendly I am. My true joy in work are my seniors, they are funny, wise and live life fully. Or maybe they have reached an age that cuts through the bs.
Earlier this week one of my seniors called me at town hall. She said she was by herself and thought she was having a stroke. Of course I called 911 and got help on the way. She was taken to the hospital and she was released later that afternoon. I wondered that instead of calling 911 that she called me first. And I think the answer is she needed that human contact. She knows me and I know a little of her history. Kindness at their time of need. I have always shown all of my citizens kindness regardless of the kind of day I am having. And most of the time that kindness is returned.
Last night on Facebook, that time stealer, I read a post of an older gentleman who thanked folks for their kindness to him since his wife passed. I was touched by the post and reached out to him. He contacted me thinking I had made a mistake. I explained his post had touched me and I wanted to reach out. We chatted for an hour. An act of kindness doesn’t just touch the person receiving the act, it touches the person making the act.
I urge you if the chance comes to you be kind. Even if you feel the gesture was wasted, I assure it wasn’t. Aseop was incredibly wise when he penned those words. Cheers, james