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Be a Drop of Water

Recent tragedies in the news and the looming holiday season caused me to question the value of my blog topics and it's import and relevance, by comparison.  As so often happens, I was sent exactly what I needed.  This simple, yet multilayered quote woke me up:

When things get complex and heavy, some of us feel overwhelmed and withdraw.  Perhaps we question, as I did, our purpose and legacy, in the face of much greater things.  For some, the sheer magnitude of concepts become overwhelming and it seems safer to do nothing than to do the wrong thing.

When in doubt, keep it simple, silly.  For me, write about what jostles my sensations or sparks my mind.  It doesn't need to be profound to the masses, if I need to say it and one person responds.

If someone is sad, no need to fix everything - smile or say one kind thing to them today.  It will make a difference.

It doesn't matter if the house is perfect and there are 12 appetizers on the table with a 4 course meal in the oven.  It matters that you are with the people who matter this holiday season.

Tragedy shook Connecticut this week. 
Hug a child and tell them they are safe and loved.
 
If we are moved, we need to do something, say something, be something.  One tiny gesture of compassion or kindness will make a difference.  A single drop of water in the ocean off New York will have an impact on the shore of Japan.  Be a drop of water.  

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