Are You Worthy?

Worth

There's something about tomorrow
that keeps me up at night
It feels a bit like sorrow
As tears slide down candlelight.

Who is more important than I
Or who's beneath my place?
Who determines life worthwhile
Making choices to erase?

There's something about time borrowed
Or bargained for a day,
Waiting for some tomorrow
As they take my life away.

📷 Frantisek Krejci on pixabay

📷 geralt on pixabay
As the decisions to re-open “the economy” bear down, I wonder who is at home fearing for their lives.  The choices are made without input from the most vulnerable, the elderly, health-compromised, the children.  Those lives, actually everyone’s lives, are being placed as pawns to play in a drama about what our lives are worth, versus “the economy.”  Yes, it is quite the hardship on those dependent on a weekly check for very basic needs of groceries, rent, utilities, and various bills.  There has been but a minimum of help for them.  The rich feel victimized, oh my, the stock market, the vacation houses! 

The sacrifice is simple: time and money.  The rich and government could help the poor to get through this.  We can all get through this.  Everyone’s true personal values will be exposed as this pandemic runs its course.  Everyone’s life will be changed, for better, for worse, forever.    Theresa M 🙏❤

📷 Canadian Cemetery on twitter



THANK YOU:  to all those on the front lines, risking your lives every day, many unnamed:
nurses, techs, aides, doctors, janitors, cashiers, product distributors, delivery clerks, postal carriers, pharmacists, restaurant workers.  THANK YOU. 💗







Stay, Just a Little Bit Longer

Stay home.  Stay safe.  Stay protected.  Stay connected.  Stay healthy.  In other words, stay right there.

This is the time for quarantining yourself.  Some are with families who are driving each other crazy!  Will this be the new way to live life indefinitely?  Everyone is trying to figure out how to make a living from home (I’ve always wanted to), and trying to find ways to deal with kids’ learning needs, all while also desperately searching for quiet time (boy, am I glad I live alone!)  I guess our priorities are earning (an income), learning (our kids’ education), and yearning (for sleep, relaxation, and a sense of well-being).

This is the time to practice acceptance, tolerance, gratitude, appreciation, meditation, negotiating, and surrendering.  You know, we could all come out as better human beings on the other side of this pandemic.  Set a daily schedule to fit in everyone’s needs.  And relax in the evenings and on weekends.

We can do this.  Good luck to all.  And prayers.  Lots and lots of prayers. 🙏💞   Theresa M

📷by skeeze on pixabay




The Sorrow of Losing a Pet

The past few weeks I found myself grieving old losses.  Pets that I had years ago, still get me feeling a little sad when I think of them.  They were such a joy in my life, each having their own distinct personality, their own way of interacting with me.

The anniversaries of getting them also come to mind, bringing bittersweet memories.  Today I have two cats and a dog, so I still have the joy of animals being in my everyday life.  But never does one substitute another.

Luke, Bailey, & Lilly, my current pals


When I lost my first pet (by death, although as a child having them taken away is a horror all of its own) I felt I couldn’t share the reason I was so sad.  I ran into one or two people with the “it’s only a cat” or “it’s not like someone close to you died” responses.  Yeah, there really are people who are that out-of-touch with understanding and consolation.  “Get another pet,” was also a frequent response, as if substituting someone so precious with another would wipe away all that sadness.  I’ve always wanted to ask those people if they lost a child should they just get another one?  Harsh, yes. So be it.

Those of us who lose our dear pets know what I’m talking about.  Who do you talk to about your sorrow, without the fear of being looked at as being wimpy, or foolish, or weird?  I have major depression disorder, and in times of grief, symptoms can exacerbate. 
Bon Ami & Chelsea
When I lost Bon Ami years ago (my tiny Norwegian Forest Cat) I went to a counselor.  Sure he listened at first, but by the second or third session, he tried to persuade me to take one of his cats.  Yes, really.  A therapist minimizing my grief.  Good grief!

Mostly through the years I kept it to myself, when a pet died.  When I found Twitter two years ago, I found a community of pet lovers, freely expressing their feelings.  A lot of it is fun, silly stuff of what we pretend our cats or dogs are saying and doing, but when one dies, the grief is expressed, the sorrow is shared, and the condolences are lovingly posted.  Aren’t we mere strangers in a social media connection?  Yes, but I do believe the care is real.  There is a positive use of this social media that brings those who grieved in the shadows into a light of candlelit vigils that honor and understand our deep committed love to our pets.

Snapper & Nikki

Sometimes you do find there are people who understand.  Thank goodness my family does.  And where I used to work recently, we had a therapist who had patients expressing their grief about their loss of a beloved pet.  And he was gentle and understanding, helping them through their pain, not trying to side track it with a replacement pet.

There are those who care.  Finding them can be difficult.  Come look for us on Twitter if you need to start.  Our pets are a huge part of our life, and we “furever” love them. 🐱💖
Theresa M

This is dedicated to all our beloved pets
who have gone over the rainbow bridge
🌈💖
#OTRB
We know our pets will be there to greet us home.
I, for one, look forward to that.