“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” ~ Philippians 4:8
Our family received some lovely news yesterday. It’s not mine to share, but I can tell you joy rose in me like it does in a child at Christmas.
We seek to grab the good, get on our mats and stretch into it, get on our knees and pray it in, work, affirm… It all helps.
Nothing like Kundalini, but that’s just crazy me.
Yesterday reminds me: Sometimes the best gift someone can give is their own good news.
Joy over another’s fortune is as pure as music that moves us.
With the announcement, I felt surrounded by our families’ ancestral lines smiling and celebrating. Happiness fell on us like confetti.
These days, we need good news to compensate for our outrageous political and chaotic social climate, and the bombardment of media and technology we’re addicted to.
As a female citizen in the United (now acting divided) States of America, it’s my civic duty to pay attention to the occurring conversations and decisions affecting us culturally, while aligning my activist inclinations with truth, compassion, and action.
There’s an allegiant mindset determined to fix our problems. First, we must face them. Yuck!
Recently, a girlfriend said, “I don’t watch the news. I like to stay positive.”
That’s how I felt in my 20s and 30s. I suppose some people weren’t rivetted to the news as Watergate unfolded, either.
In our 50s, in these #metoo times, women (and men) can’t afford to go back to sleep. And the young people are showing up fully awake.
I don’t want to be the person who isn’t paying attention while history is making a solid mark on humanity.
For decades, through helping myself to personal growth and positive thinking, I learned the art of positive denial.
I rode it like a skateboard. Then, I crashed and came face-to-face with all I’d refused to look at.
Positive denial is still denial.
Now, I’m into facing life head on, because I may not have time to circle back to see what I left under the bed.
There’s a balance, isn’t there? In previous scenes in my life, I practiced playing Pollyanna, but I’m not her.
I like being educated and informed, and yet information, understanding, and truth-seeking can be heavy.
Oh, but that good news! It ran through my blood like a happy drug. I want more.
In turbulent times, joy still dances.
People fall in love, get married, and have babies. Promotions are granted, new jobs landed, homes purchased, and travels taken.
Sometimes, when we talk about our own joys, it feels like bragging. Sometimes, I hold back–as if my joy diminishes another’s or dismisses their pain.
We must share our good news—in spite of and because of the personal and collective challenges of our times, which we must face with courage and character.
Although serious, let’s not be joyless. Let’s share good news like juicy gossip.
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Right On Sister!
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You spread good news like a champion, Theresa!