“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.” Mark Twain

As life is changing and our normal routine is no longer ours, or anything like what was our normal. Everything seems to be on fire or all fired up.

The world appears to be set on its ear.  The West Coast skies are haunted, luminous, and dangerous to breathe. We are not supposed to hug even though we want to. Going to the market feels like an ordeal. I am on a rant, hold tight this has been building for months. My complaints stack up… but within my complaints I feel blessed.

My parents are well into their nineties. They have seen wars, protests with hippies violently proclaiming love. Peace with hate never made sense to me… They have seen presidents come into the White House they did not approve of. With time all would work out, eventually another president would arrive.

My parents have been through food rationing, and the Great Depression. Earthquakes, polio, wars, fires, and fear. Much like ours now. We never had food rationing but toilet paper??? HA, that’s a rationing deal!

 When I was a child, we had a drill at school where we had to duck under our desk and cover our heads.

Is our world worse off???? Or is it just another sorrowful page in history? Global warming seems to be unfolding right before our eyes. Within our intelligence, sophistication, and heart can we turn this titanic around?

People are still moving on with their lives. Marriage, love, is happening! I saw a bride at Santa Barbara court house in a wedding dress, wearing a white Covid-19 bride mask. Babies, new love, and divorce, all are moving in a forward direction.

Restaurants may have to be outside, however… love is still deep inside the heart is very much open. Business as usual in the relationship department. Humans are humans their journey, desires of the heart, will preserver through masks, air, and haters.

I see love as the ultimate winner, the ultimate healer. I hope that we can find a way to save our planet from burning us alive. I pray for the lives lost, and the responders  in place to help us our and homes.

Growing up in Orange County I understood “fire-season” and the fierce Santa Ana winds that would wildly rip a small fire into a massive blaze. This now seem much worse. Or maybe my awareness is grown up? Either way our lives seem a bit alarming at the moment.

What can we do?

Stay positive. Give to the relief funds. Be kind to people of service from firefighters, to staff at the market. Check in on our neighbors, kindness starts at home. Right in your hood whatever that hood may be.

Maybe instead of blame or hate we can find community and claim. Claim for a better world that is door to door, that is awareness of our world and of others. Claim that you are willing to try harder and do more. Claim it, then see it through with kindness.

My Mantra: “From my heart to yours, stay safe”

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Katie L Lindley

Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.

Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.

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