It’s no wonder as a kid that I was drawn to the Peanuts characters, Charlie Brown and Linus van Pelt, so ingeniously brought to life by the late Charles M. Schulz. They were all around good kids, as I aspired to be, as well as fine examples of the importance of having faith and hope. Despite Lucy pulling that football out of the way every time, Charlie Brown mustered up enough hope to run towards it each time anyway, to no avail. And God bless Linus, I mean really, a “Great Pumpkin?” And yet he believed. Without any tangible proof, he knew he had to speak in positive terms about the Great Pumpkin’s approach, lest he and his very sincere pumpkin patch be passed over.
The Lord works in mysterious ways. And I’ll bet the Great Pumpkin does too.
On a bit of a lighter note, have a safe and happy Halloween. Here’s a pic of my very own “Lucy” dressed in a witch costume. Don’t think she is too crazy about the outfit, but she sure does look cute!
We never really know what it’s like to experience another person’s life until or unless we try to “walk a mile in their shoes.”
I’ve thought about this being true both literally and figuratively. I don’t envy, for example, the shoes of my friend, the newly retired postal carrier. Man, oh man, her shoes could tell some stories, and not just about very aching, tired feet. They covered thousands of miles, trekked through all sorts of snow and worse. Those shoes walked in and out of people’s lives as those people saw their children grow and their loved ones pass on. Those same shoes also got to “see” countless wagging tails day to day as they met all the dogs along the postal route. I bet those shoes were the happiest when they were approaching those wagging-tailed, shoeless creatures.
Then there are those people, mostly women I can confidently say, whose shoes are high-heeled, and platformed, strappy and sexy, and in some cases sequined and bedazzled. Those shoes would also have plenty to say. When shoes like that are retired they talk about dancing and the little, black dress. They reminisce about birthday parties and graduations and weddings and banquets. About what if felt like to be the shoes of a ballroom dancer, as well as what it felt like to be the shoes of a bride. Mostly, I think these types of shoes even put their feet up at the end of the day, because I can tell you from experience they hurt. OK, an occasional sacrifice is called for when only a high-heeled pair of red heels will do. But in the end, these shoes hurt.
Then there are those without any shoes. The people to the left and to the right of us who might be homeless, who have little to nothing, and whose hopes extend far beyond that of finding the perfect shoe to complete an outfit. I try my hardest to remember these people when I am losing perspective. I suppose reliving all the stories of Hurricane Sandy yesterday reminded me to count my blessings, rather than my pairs of shoes.
All right, off now to put my “dog-park sneakers” on and walk the dog. Trust me , you don’t wanna know the things these sneakers have to say. Yuuucch!!
No room, no room for a negative thought. Not now, no room, not now.
I repeated this over and over in my head as my dog and I walked through the park this morning. Almost like a mantra. The morning walk, after all, ideally serves to exercise me and my said dog, as well as exorcise the mental cobwebs in my head. But as a writer (and an Aquarian, who cannot help but think about several critical things at any given time), thinking clearly and thinking positively takes work.
Of course being positive is worth it! Lucy (said dog) and I know this already. And yet, as we stride along the park’s paths I’ve gotta wonder: What will become of us all as a result of this government shutdown? Will the new county executive we are about to vote into office here next month wind up being just as corrupt as the last? What will that mean for our soaring taxes? How soon will I see my earnings from my last freelance assignment? And what about that salmon in my refrigerator that I’d forgotten about — can I get it in under the wire, or should I pawn it off to my family as “the fresh seafood I stopped to buy for dinner today.” I’m quite sure Lucy won’t rat me out if she gets a slice or two of bologna out of the deal.
Anyway, I will strive to push through the rest of the day, well aware that positive energy begets more positive energy, and that despite the insanity of our collective daily lives, we must make the conscious effort to plow forward and think positive. It’s the only way I’m gonna accomplish anything of value.
No room for a negative thought. Not now, no room, not now.
IN PHOTO HERE: Lucy contemplates that bologna…