Struggles and Crisis

Today I encountered a couple of disturbing posts on social media. Without directly, in these cases, telling me I must support the Republican agenda ( I can’t even say the POTUS’ name) these posts said if I don’t approve abortion I must vote for those who are in favor of making it illegal. My struggle is, although I do not believe abortion is a moral choice I cannot support those who wish to ban it. I’m what others may label as a bleeding heart, a snowflake, a progressive. a liberal. I don’t embrace this labels but I do embrace the concept of being my brothers keeper, the corporal works of mercy, clothe the naked, feed the hungry, visit the sick and imprisoned, shelter the homeless, give alms to the poor and bury the dead. Compassion and kindness are sorely lacking in the world today.

The same politicians who oppose abortion deny any support or assistance to those in need, terrorize refugees, treat those different by race, gender, sexual orientation or religion differently and put the economy ahead of care for people and our earth. The banning of abortion by laws, like laws against drugs or prohibition against alcohol  are attacking the symptom and ignoring the cause. If more were done to show compassion and care for each other, the demand for drugs, alcohol and abortion would diminish. When we denigrate people for who they are or the social situation they find themselves in we create a population that looks for a way out no mater what that way is as long as it is a temporary escape from the immediate problem.

We have a moral obligation to care for each other and the earth we live on. If we shift our focus to those endeavors and away from power and the accumulation of wealth we can all have a more blessed life.

Thoughts from the HomeBound

What a difference three months can make  or even a year. Whew, what a wild ride it’s been. A year ago I was anticipating being able to walk without excruciating pain. My right hip was shot. I discovered I had a displaced hip since birth and it had gradually worn through the cartilage and left the joint bone on bone, grinding away.

After surgery in April 2019, three months ago I was able to go for 2 mile walks pain free and was anticipating some nordic skiing for the first time in two years. It was exciting to be active again and have my old life back. I was planning a graduation trip with my grandson in May and a family  reunion in July. We were looking forward to the holidays and a New Year trip to Colorado for some snow play and skiing.

Today I sit here in my cozy little home with Rosie and Bella, my two little fur babies, trying to keep positive in spite of the lock down and the community out of work, everything shut, grocery shelves sparsely stocked and hoarders running rampant accumulating toilet paper, of all things. I worry about people who are self employed or have small businesses with or without employees. Saturday I will work distributing food to people in need, practicing safe distancing and doing the distribution out of doors in a large parking lot across from Sacred Heart Church. Fortunately our governor in New Mexico has opened up unemployment for all and free health care for anyone who needs it as well as free testing for the virus for individuals with symptoms. It gives a small sense of security to my friends, family and neighbors.

My family includes school teachers who are at home, grandchildren who are also at home, an ER nurse on the job, several self employed who are barred from working since they are in non essential businesses and several who are working from home. We basically cover the gamut seen across the country and I’m retired on a fixed income. We all have rent and mortgages to pay and utilities to cover. most of us live paycheck to paycheck. Some of us have student loans to pay and some are in classes in post secondary schools that have had to close. I’m sad for my grandson who will miss the end of his senior year, no prom, no graduation no special trip.

I have confidence in our health care workers and experts to give us accurate information and to a lesser extent, and with a questioning eye, the public officials who may or may not have a personal agenda. I’m hopeful that our elected officials can make decisions in the best interest of the majority of Americans.

I believe our lock down is the best defense against the virus. The more it can be contained and the spread curtailed the quicker we can return to our normal lives. If we don’t follow these  regulations we are doomed to repeat the situation occurring in Italy and major cities like NYC and Seattle where health care and facilities are being overwhelmed and huge numbers are dying. The long term psychological impact of these losses will far outweigh our overall health than a slower economy and loss of wealth by those who have large savings invested in the stock market. The question is do the masses want to take the risk of going back to work in order to save the stock market wealth of the people who have been able to accumulate legacy wealth that most of us do not have. Clearly there will be a lot of economic pain. However, appropriate action now will allow for a quicker recovery in the long run. If we overload our health care system with the current pandemic those health care workers will be unavailable to care for other serious health concerns such as  cancer heart attacks, accident victims and many other chronic illnesses.

Even Olympic athletes are willing to sacrifice their games for the good of the world. They have pushed for the postponement of the games in all of our best interest.  Can’t we all stay the course for the weeks it takes to manage this crisis? If we all helping one another we can get through this and come out of it feeling a sense of power and accomplishment.   If we aren’t willing to make the sacrifice to stay home we will prolong this pain and possibility exacerbate it. If you have doubts look at results in China which is beginning to see a recovery not only in health but in their economy to the extent that they have been able to send medical equipment and supplies to Italy to help them through their crisis.

Yesterday I got a note in my door from my neighbors telling me there are three women who are willing t

I welcome your comments and emails as well as sharing your stories that might help others through this journey.o help anyone who can’t get out to shop or do other things necessary in their lives. I believe this challenge will make us stronger and bring us closer together. Heck, it might even make us less selfish and prejudiced against those unlike us.


Christianity, Christmas & Politics


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This is the second week of a new liturgical year. We begin the year with the Gospel of Matthew. I hope to get a head start on reading this Gospel during the holidays. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to me to be a Christian today and how my faith fits with what’s going on with my country and its elected officials. i am becoming more and more disillusioned and disgusted with how the country has been devolving ever since the Vietnam conflict. That seems to have been the beginning of the public’s distrust of government and the deterioration of our culture as a country. It was the beginning of the dramatic growth in drug trade and usage, disrespect for people and women in particular and increasing homelessness, precipitated by the closing of many mental health facilities during the Reagan administration. As one of the wealthiest countries in the world our care for our people and quality of life is at the lowest its been since the end of WWII.

Those who call themselves Christians today no longer follow the teachings of Jesus who told us “what you do for the least of my people, you do also to me.” He fraternized with foreigners, thieves, tax collectors, prostitutes, adulterers and the ill and homeless. He encourages us to do likewise. Today we shun the incarcerated instead of visiting them in prison, we reject the homeless and don’t want them sleeping or just getting warm in our churches and we certainly don’t want shelters in our neighborhoods. We reduce or take away their food options, food stamps, school meals unless they work or pay for them in some fashion. We won’t provide child care so a parent can work and we don’t pay an adequate wage so that parent or single person can find adequate housing and we don’t want low income housing near where we live. We don’t want to do farm and agricultural labor but we reject immigrants and lock up families in unsanitary and inadequate facilities. What ever happened to the kind person in Luke 10:25-37. who helped a person in need and then even came back and checked up on him on his way back home? Joseph and Mary took Jesus and ran away from the hostile environment in their country for fear of being killed and became immigrants in Egypt and yet we reject those in fear for their lives in their own unstable countries that our political meddling exacerbated.

When the wealthy are given tax breaks and yet say they can’t pay a living wage and make more money than they could spend in thousands of lifetimes, while the poor can’t afford healthcare, prescriptions, housing and adequate nutrition we persist in rejecting programs to assist and educate them to care for themselves. How can we call ourselves Christians and say we’re pro-life when everything we do says otherwise? An unborn chad is no more of a life than a homeless person or one in prison who can’t find a job when they get out, or a latch key child on the street with no supervision  while their parent works to provide for them.

We elect people to office who shame and disparage women, ethnic and religious groups, the disabled, those of different sexual orientation from ourselves and continue to destroy our planet in the name of the economy (the economy for there benefit). Open your eyes. Many of these elected officials are only working for themselves and those who line their pockets.  We need to turn this country around and it can only be done by the people and through educated and active voting for candidates who truly represent you and values that will raise this country back up to a higher moral ground. We cannot justify the obscene behavior of the officials we elect and call ourselves Christians. Its an abomination to humanity.

In this season of hope personified in the arrival of the baby in a manger let us strengthen our resolve to truly live our beliefs and values and follow the greatest commandment by loving and blessing one another as we have been blessed.

In Gratitude…



Misunderstandings # Nablopomo

Life is full of little misunderstandings. Some are overlooked and short lived and others can be the source of life changing events. I never know where my path will lead and have learned that my future isn’t as sure as I’d imagined. Sometimes a simple spontaneous act though well intentioned can alter the direction my life forever. I’m learning that I don’t really control where i’m going. It’s more like being a rider in an automated vehicle that I think I’ve programmed for a particular destination but at times is redirected by an external intervention. My act seems to bounce off another and depending on many variables, that person’s point of view, state of mind, physical well-being, education, self confidence or many other possibilities their response can have a profound effect on me. Their reaction to my act can change the direction of my life or my view of the world or even myself.

To think my intentions will be understood and accepted is a mistake and to guess what the other person’s reaction will be is a gamble. We can’t get into each other’s heads or hearts but we can listen openly to their thoughts and reactions to our words and actions. When I ascribe certain characteristics or motivations to someone else I do them and myself a disservice. I cannot possibly know what their intentions are. As human beings we must be aware of our shortcomings in this endeavor and recognize the need for greater openminded listening. The more I look at the other person with appreciation for their individuality and respect for their person the better our chances of having a positive relationship becomes. I must approach others initially with optimism and belief in their basic goodness until they prove me wrong by their actions.  Even then I might consider the position they’re coming from and the possibility that their actions are really a cry for help and a need for understanding.

We are living in a very complicated world with many people of many cultures who speak different languages and have different world views and experiences. Our languages often don’t have words that are interchangeable and those differences can be a source of subtle disagreements. It is only through the belief in the basic goodness of humanity that we will be able to communicate and survive as a people.

Scary Times: No, not Halloween #Nablopomo

It isn’t goblins or Lizzie Borden, no not Richard Nixon or Attila the Hun but sixteen hundred souls in the tiny town of Columbus New Mexico are in shock or at least dismayed at the invasion of a rag tag, armed troop of middle aged men who have arrived in their peaceful community volunteering to protect them from the invasion from the south, the “caravan’.

“I told them we have a good relationship with Mexico, our little sister village of Palomas,” said Ezequiel Salas, the mayor, in the Albuquerque Journal. “A lot to people who never come here, they have a misunderstanding, They hear things that are not true,”

While passionate rhetoric runs rampant throughout America, little Columbus wants these intruders to go back where they came from. They’re caught in the middle, perplexed, roving bands of men from the Patriots of the Constitution scouting for a location to set up camp to wait for the caravan of migrants from Central America. While the numbers in the craravan have dwindled by 50% from approximately 7000 to 3500 men, women and children.

“They should not be patrolling the border if they’re not sent by the government,” said Martin Garcia, a Columbus resident as he watches over  the farmworkers picking chile in the field that borders Mexico. Both he and another farmer down the road have reported seeing old men with guns and a couple of twenty something men in pickup truck who said they were militia members.

At a hotel in Columbus the men wait for night fall to patrol the border. One sits on the balcony of a second floor room with binoculars trained of the horizon, as reported in the Albuquerque paper. A retired Detroit police officer, 71 years old, drove 1355 miles from Alabama to join in what he believed to be the protection of our borders while Columbus have lived in peace and cooperation with their Mexican neighbors for decades.

What are we doing as a country? What is our international goal? As a people, as individuals, what do we really want for our lives and the lives of our children?

Unexpected gifts #Nablopomo

It had been a rough year filled will financial and physical challenges. Susie wasn’t getting any younger, hair graying, belly sagging, well what did she expect after four kids? Luckily the weather matched her mood looking out at the steely gray sky and sooty clouds. Rain drops splattered on the window glass lending a softened image of the trees and wall that surrounded the yard, her yard like a nearsighted view portrayed by some impressionistic painter. Things had to get better, it just wasn’t fair, she’d spent most of her adult life eating healthy, reading labels, avoiding preservatives, food dyes, additives and spending at least an hour every day exercising. How could could she suddenly have a diagnosis that would keep her from her dream of being able to travel the world, live in a foreign country, become proficient in another language or two…it sucked. She wouldn’t tolerate it, she would find a way to be able to get to those dreams. Wasn’t anger how she’d finally quit smoking over 40 years ago? And wasn’t it how she had gotten through the loss of her husband and two of her boys? She’d tough it out like she always had like the tenacious way a coyote would chew its own leg off to get out of a trap.

She’d see what the ex rays showed and what the doctor had to say but she was going to beat this thing. After all, attitude was everything. Look at Job, he’d had it a lot worse in the Old Testament and his faith had gotten him through the worst the evil one could throw at him.

The sun was beginning to blaze through the edge of the clouds and suddenly burst forth in brilliance forming the rain drops on the window pane into sparkling gems. It was going to be alright, she was sure of it.

Loss and Grief


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In my late forties my career was taking off and with my last child in high school life was delicious. There were few problems to dwell on and Monday mornings were an exciting, joyful experience. I had been blessed. My three older children were busy with their marriages and bourgeoning families. I was a proud grandmother of six beautiful grandchildren by then. A year earlier my daughter had lost twin boys at birth, her second pregnancy and a difficult one that had required her to be hospitalized to prevent an early delivery. It was heartbreaking for her and her husband. I ached for her loss and began thinking how fortunate I had been all these years. This was the first funeral I had been to in almost a half century of living. I had been blessed.

My baby brother Billy had died when I was six years old, but I never attended his funeral. I was devastated but my mother chose to keep my sister and I away from the normal process of life and death and we were not allowed to attend. All I remember was my father, a usually stoic, undemonstrative man, sitting on the sofa, in our tiny apartment in Naval base housing, head in hands, weeping. The smell of lilies, sickeningly sweet and pungent, permeating the air of our tiny home turned my stomach. My younger sister was two and oblivious to the change in our lives but I had come home from school each day and run in to see my baby brother and sing the little songs I’d learned to him. He laughed and cooed his delight. It filled my heart with overwhelming joy. His leaving had left a huge emptiness is my life and had taken the joy away from my childhood. There was a plaintive record my mother played over and over at that time with a refrain “Marquita I love you, I’m always thinking of you…” in such achingly sad tones that it allowed me to sit sobbing while listening. The tone resonated with my loss and pain that I had no outlet for. All through my childhood and teens I would think of Billy from time to time and I allowed myself to grieve alone in my room, wallowing in the melancholy of my first love, lost love.

Although my daughter’s babies were my first funeral it wasn’t my first introduction to loss or my second either. One dark cold February night in Roslindale, Massachusetts, I was visited by two Naval officers who would forever change my life. When I answered the door and saw them standing their steamy breath streaming from their mouths and nostrils, I couldn’t imagine who they were and why they were there.

” Mrs. Donato?” they queried.


“We’re from the Providence Naval installation. May we come in?”

“OK,” I said hesitantly.

I pointed into the parlor and after being seated they introduced themselves. To this day their names have escaped me. They had come to tell me that my husband’s plane had be shot down by enemy ground fire in Southeast Asia. Paul and I had been married seven years when he had been sent to Thailand to assist with the Vietnam conflict. It was 1968. My life was changed forever. My loss and grief was to be delayed for 24 years before the Navy was able to do an excavation of the crash site of the plane. I had never lost hope in all those years that he would be found alive.

I’d had friends who had lost parents, other friends and relatives. Never anyone close enough for me to be involved in the grieving process or attend a funeral until now. Although my heart ached for my daughter, I couldn’t grieve grandsons I’d never known. I focused my emotional energy on her and supporting her little family. When my grandparents had died I felt a loss but it felt “normal”. They had been in a nursing home for several years and their physical health had been poor for sometime. I had made a trip to to visit with all the kids and  felt it was more important to have seen them while they were living and could enjoy our time together so decided not to travel the 1500 miles to attend their funerals.

It wasn’t until just shy of my 60th year that I was hit with my first devastating loss as an adult. My oldest son Nick’s second son drowned in the family pool while they were living in Costa Rica. Again my focus was on Nick and supporting him through this terrible loss. I loved Marc but the loss was primarily Nick’s.

Seven years later while I was busy getting my classroom ready for a day of middle school students, I got a call from Nick’s wife, Lana. She had just had a visit from the Bernalillo County Sheriff’s department to notify her that Nick and been killed in a single car crash while he was working out of town in Iowa. I told her I would be there as soon as I could to help. I thought about Nick and all he had accomplished in the last  decade of his life. He was a recovering cocaine addict, had diabetes and hepatitis C and had been on disability. He hated it and worked hard to get his diseases under control and be able to go back to work. Three years earlier he and Lana had been able to buy their first home. He had recovered from the loss of his son Marc and his faith was strong. He and Lana had spent a couple of years in Costa Rica doing mission work with street children. All of this made it possible for me to focus on Lana and her loss. Nick was almost 50 when he died and although I couldn’t imagine life without his boisterous, booming voice and huge hugs, I was able to deliver his eulogy and believed that his life was a life well lived. He had reached all the goals he had dreamed of for himself and had seen his first three grandsons born. His satisfaction  and joy in life assuaged my pain and grief.

A year later I lost my dad. He and I spent most of my previous 58 years at odds with each other and many times not communicating at all. But the past seven years had been a blessing and we wiped away all the past hurts and animosity and spent at least one afternoon a week sharing thoughts on the world, politics, religion, and people in general over drinks and snacks consisting of Wisconsin cheeses, cashews and my dads favorite crackers, Wheat Thins and our favorite cocktails. His was Gin and I had my Canadian Mist. As I sat in the hospital while he drew his last breath, I was so grateful that we had that time together to know and cherish each other. His death was a loss but a blessing at the same time after years of breathing problems and pain.

Mom blowing out candles

From 2006-2012 My mom came to live with me suffering from Dementia and macular degeneration. She was, in her own words, a melancholy, private person and although she loved to play bridge with her buddies at the bridge club and senior center, she didn’t make friends easily and never would entertain the idea of a housemate as her needs became more apparent. I decided she would be devastated living in an assisted living facility. My siblings and I sat down with her over dinner one evening and gave her the choice of assisted living, getting a live in caregiver or moving in with me. It was a very difficult choice for her since we had never had congenial personalities but I was the lesser of the evils and in the summer of 2006 we got a house together and spent the last years of her life there. One morning when she hadn’t come to the kitchen for her usual breakfast of Grapenuts, half and half and orange juice, I went down the hall to check on her. I could hear her snoring as if in a deep sleep and decided to wait before waking her. It was still early. A while later it suddenly got quiet so I went in to check on her progress getting dressed and found she had left this realm. I was relieved. Mom had been tortured with the confusion of her mind and the limitations of not being able to see for several years. This was a blessing and a release from her suffering.


Four weeks ago I suffered a truly devastating loss. After ten years of providing a home for my second son Tony who was suffering from mental illness and addiction I found him dead. During those ten years Tony struggled mightily to overcome his demons. He took classes and got certified to update his job skills and religiously looked for jobs. Whenever he’d get an interview, he’d be hired. He was a talented highly skilled IT systems admin before his disease kicked in and still had the knowledge and abilities required to be successful. I prayed mightily and daily that he would overcome this evil that possessed him. He was a loving and devoted father and grandfather but was unable to maintain those relationships because of his illness. His children lost the benefit of his love and nurturing nature. He was never able to hold a job for more than a few weeks before being unable to go in to work. We talked at length and he saw  therapist but he never could tell me why he couldn’t maintain his equilibrium. It seemed to plague him as much as it did me. I was grateful when three years ago I told him I thought it might help if he went to church with me. My spiritual base has always seen me through life’s challenges. I told him, no commitments, just give it a try and see if it helped. I was delighted when he took me up on it and then continued to attend mass every week except when the depression overwhelmed him and then he always expressed regret of being unable to go, for himself not for me. When I found Tony my heart broke. Such a beautiful man, so much talent, so much love to give, so kind and generous. This was my greatest loss. I felt so helpless and unable to do anything. I’m grateful again that his suffering is over but it breaks my heart that he couldn’t experience the joy and delight life has to offer. There are so many people we know who are suffering. Can’t we do something to make their life a little more tolerable? Can’t we be more forgiving, understanding and patient with those who suffer. Family members from across the country attended Tony’s funeral mass. Everyone who knew him told me they’d never known a kinder more generous man with so much talent who worked so hard. Being together and sharing his life was healing. Everyday I experience a reminder of him in the things he did and said, his hugs of peace in mass and his “Love you, Mom”. Good bye baby. I love you and wish you peace and joy.


Peace and Understanding

I just finished reading a book titled Children of Paradise:The Struggle for the Soul of Iran written by Laura Secor. I found this book to be stunningly eyeopening. Frequently I am amazed at how poorly informed we are as American citizens but after reading this account51wi73entBL._SX329_BO1,204,203,200_ of the years from the revolution, overthrow of the Shah and the years of struggle and conflict that followed in Iran I feel like a mushroom kept in the dark and fed manure. Secor paints a picture of a significant number of the population of Iran  struggling mightily for a country that has a secular political base. According to Secor the Islamic Republic party has held control through fear, intimidation, censorship and election fraud during the years that followed. Their government style is an authoritarian theocracy.

Secor explains this government rules the country with their narrow, fundamental interpretation of Islam and rejects all opposition even from more moderate clerics. Anyone who opposes them has been imprisoned, threatened and tortured or their families threatened until they confess to trumped up charges designed to humiliate, discredit and dishonor them. They are certain that Western countries and the CIA are behind the opposition and this may very well be true since it seems we have a chronic need to meddle in the affairs of other countries in the name of human rights but only countries we have an economic interest in such as middle eastern oil.

The invasion by American troops of Iraq had a devastating impact on Iran which was also at war with Iraq. The population of Iran suffered tremendous human and economic losses.  Secor gives a detailed account of the horror and atrocities the people suffered. If the US was involved in the actions of the rebels we did nothing to protect and ease the suffering of the people. Our need to spread democracy around the world has created untold suffering of the populations of those countries we allegedly were helping. Thousands have been executed or have died in prisons. The situation is similar to life under Stalin or Hitler where a relatively small number of zealots determined to force their principles and values on a population come to power through fear and intimidation.

This book is a must read for all those concerned about the continuing middle eastern conflicts and the thousands of displaced people of these countries. A truth seeking for the cause or causes of the conflicts is called for from the people of the world and particularly in this country where we are so isolated and deprived of real factual information about world news.


Moving Forward in Hope and Gratitude

It’s been a month since this country was dealt a shocking blow. Over half of America was devastated and another number were celebrating. Within those devastated are a large number who are fearful for their lives, families, livelihood and civil rights. Another segment is afraid we will destroy our planet with detrimental development plans or destroy lives in an ill conceived war.

As a result of their fear students and others have been protesting the election results, marching in the streets and exercising their right to free speech. Whether this will be helpful or healthy is not mine to say.

Unfortunately there are a crop of less than gracious “winners” on the other side. They characterize the protesters as whiners sitting in bars to drown their sorrows. Even worse we have teachers who are telling their immigrant students they will be gone pretty soon.(AP Arizona Public School in Mesa) Facebook has been loaded with insults and ugly remarks on both sides. Social media has become a forum to vent and not always in a productive way.

This is a time for families to gather to celebrate our blessings in the most enjoyed holiday season of the year and many families are afraid they may not even be able to stay together after the inauguration.

Many Americans of non-white ethnicity have been verbally and physically assaulted . A Muslim woman had her hijab torn off on a subway in NYC, a Japanese American woman was called a “Chink” in an airport in a large metropolitan city and told to go home.

These behaviors are unacceptable in a civilized world and especially in a country that espouses equality under the law for all citizens regardless of ethnicity, gender, religion, or sexual identity. We celebrate diversity. Is this a false persona?

It’s time for the “winners” to show some compassion and understanding of the pain and fear felt by many of their fellow citizens. And it’s time for the “losers” to seek constructive means  to voice their concerns and take action to insure the safety and protect the vulnerable among us who are being threatened. Real action must be taken to insure that illegal acts are not permitted such as a return to tortures that violate the Geneva conventions and discriminating against individuals who are protected by our constitution.

As we are inundated with information about the president-elect’s appointments with no ability to control them, anxiety has increased for those opposed to the issues supported by the appointees.  I have decided to refrain from reading the speculative articles in favor of my personal peace and mental health. That doesn’t mean Im giving up. On the contrary, I am determined to be more vigilant than ever and form close relationships with legislators who support my point of view.

My views were succinctly portrayed in an article in the Albuquerque Journal on November 28th in which Anne Miller clearly states:abq-journal-1128, (Click to read the entire article) We are a people of compassion and integrity. We accept our moral obligation to fight like hell for those who have not been as fortunate or privileged as we are.

Please be comforted and encouraged by my words or put on notice that we will be a formidable adversary over the next four years.


“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change” Max Planck

Sounds pretty simplistic doesn’t it? But would you rather live in a world full of positive attitudes or immerse yourself in negativity? Scientific studies done at the University of Texas and University of California Davis are showing that your attitude can have an impact on your health, either good or bad. Your attitude can change your behavior and your life. An organization affiliated with the University of California Berkley, Greater Good, the Science of a Meaningful Life, focuses its teaching and research on changing people and their lives, one at a time, to a more positive perspective. Their mission statement includes “The Greater Good Science Center studies the psychology, sociology, and neuroscience of well-being, and teaches skills that foster a thriving, resilient, and compassionate society.”

Our country and our world are full of conflict, violence, strife and stress today. Everywhere we look we see people in pain and acting out in reaction to their hurt. I want to make a change in myself and those I love. I want to live a joyful life and I want happiness for every person in the world. Sound Crazy? Well maybe, but no crazier than thinking another war will finally bring us world peace.

The research has shown that if I change my attitude and the way I look at my experiences my outlook will change and my health both mental and physical will improve.( I decided to give it a try. My life was full of conflict and stress. It was the common ones of today, loved ones suffering from depression and addiction, loved ones in pain due to difficulties with finances, relationships, jobs and not knowing where to go with their lives. Fortunately my own life is in a pretty good space, I’m retired from my first career and can live comfortably but not lavishly on my income but it hasn’t always been that way.

I started the practice of thinking about one thing I was grateful for as soon as I woke up in the morning a few IMG_0036months after I got the news that my husband was MIA. It was a survival mechanism in order to get myself out of bed and moving each day.  At first I focused on the easy ones. I was grateful for my children and the beautiful world we live in. I thought about them, what beautiful human beings they were and how many positive things they have contributed to the lives around them, then I would have to fight thoughts of the things they were struggling with like the loss of their dad and gently move my thoughts back to the good in their lives. Pretty soon it started becoming a habit. I’d wake up and with out any effort, my mind would flood with all the beautiful things I had to be grateful for in my life. Over time I noticed I was more enthusiastic about my day, not every day, I’m just like everyone else,  some days I just wanted to pull the covers over my head but I’d force myself to think of something good to get up for. It wasn’t easy but it definitely had a positive impact on my day.

My mantra had always been Attitude is Everything throughout my work life. I started out with a high school education and a family to look out for. This first thing I tackled was going back to school and getting a degree.  Juggling the family and classes not to mention homework was challenging. I soon learned that I had to keep positive and focus on the goal not the day to day pitfalls. When I finished I started my work life teaching Language Arts and Social Studies at the secondary level but soon realized it wasn’t going to work over the long haul. The schedule was great but the pay just didn’t cut it. I started my search the summer after my first year.

Life has been a steady progression of two steps forward and one back but the movement has always been forward. I credit my successes to my positivity. It isn’t always easy to keep looking up but it beats the alternative. It’s kept me healthy and happy most of the time.

This year has been one of the most difficult I’ve faced. The future is looking pretty grim. There is so much fear and violence generated by that fear. In this country we are still able to focus or propensity toward worry on purity of our food air and water and the protection of the environment. In other places people worry about their homes still being there in the morning and their loved ones still being among the living.

We are being besieged with rhetoric in the various media and by public personalities that increases our fear in order to gain our support for their agenda. As brothers and sisters in humanity we must see and embrace our sameness and not our differences. We cannot ignore evil but we also cannot paint all people of any group who are different from ourselves as being less human, less loving, less needy, less hungry than ourselves. We are on the verges of self destruction unless we change our mindset. Wars have never gained peace. Wars have created more division and mistrust. Wake up America and find the beautiful generous soul of this country that I believe is at our core.