I love that quote by Edmund Burke (1729-1797). I’ve seen other variations of the sentiment, but I prefer this version. It’s so succinct!
This blog is about healing from PTSD and I have no intention of inserting any politics, but when I look at the news on my iPhone every morning—I think, What can I do?
I can write or call politicians, join protests, contribute money. I don’t have much, but five dollars here and there I can do.
There are shamans and medicine men and women dreaming a new world into being. I believe everything is energy and we can make a difference with prayer and sending energy, too, although we may not be able to see its direct impact on this side of the veil. When I read about acts of hatred and divisive speech and policy, I raise my frequency with activities that bring me joy and send prayers to those whose hearts appear to be temporarily in darkness as well as those affected by the cruelty.
Remember that story about the effect of a butterfly flapping its wings? The Butterfly Effect If the flapping of a butterfly wing can ultimately cause a hurricane somewhere in the world, kindness to just one person today can significantly change things. Even not responding to the guy tailing your car too close or waving at you in your rearview mirror to turn right on red when you can’t see the cars coming from the left so you don’t want to blindly move and you can see him yelling and swearing at you. (Oh my, that’s specific. Hmmm, I wonder who that happened to recently. Ha!)
I may have been mostly powerless as a child, but I’m not anymore. I’ve got free will. I can take action. I can choose not to act on anger.
Here’s a plug for my psychological thriller, which is a combination of The Valley of the Dolls, Ordinary People and The Shining in my humble opinion. In other words, my childhood. Ha. Book 1 is free Nov. 10-13.
It’s the Swinging Sixties and Paul and Cellina Farrell are the “it” couple on Chicago’s North Shore. He’s handsome, rich and just made partner at his father-in-law’s white-shoe law firm. She’s beautiful, brilliant and leads the crowd in all things fashion, design and elegance. They live in a mansion on Winnetka Road with their baby girl, Simone. Their life is picture perfect.
But all is not as it seems.
There is something dark and unnatural beneath Paul’s smooth exterior.
Cellina doesn’t notice. She’s too busy with her constant renovations of the mansion and trips to Paris, Palm Beach and Percocet.
Their friends don’t notice. They’re blinded by the Farrell good looks, money and standing in society.
But the baby nurse sees.
And little Simone.
Façades are beginning to crack at the big house on Winnetka Road.
Sending healing energy today to all those with PTSD.