I think you may recognize that portion of lyrics from the song, My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music. And, unless you’ve recently awakened from a comatose state, you may have heard humanity is in the midst of one of the most challenging and uncertain times in recent history.
What do the two have in common? Much.
If I were to viciously and unrepentantly take away food from my dog’s mouth as he was eating, I would naturally expect him to bite me. If I were to take branch from a tree and poke at a bee’s nest, it would be safe to assume, I’d be stung a few times. Right now, the dog is biting and the bee is stinging. Metaphorically speaking, "food" is being taken out of our “mouths” and the "sting" hurts – very badly. Not the disease itself that is hurting so much, but people - relenting to selfish and gluttonous measures to hoard items and even attempting to make a profit from a horrific situation - are biting and stinging and hurting each other.
This virus has killed many people and for that there is no recourse unfortunately, only remorse and reconciliation. I am thinking of us that are here and face the threat, challenge, and fear of uncertainty daily. These microbes have disrupted, modified, distressed, and brought once daily routines to a screeching halt. For now, life as we have known it has changed. We do however, have choices until things return to normal. Choices that will make an impact or cause a failure. We can stick together, help each other, and work as one collective unit, or we can go off and “fend for ourselves.” We can bite and sting each other, or we help and heal the broken and needy. We can distress and live in a constant state of paranoia, or we can take a deep breath and count our blessings for the things we do have. When I go home to my family, these are my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad.
How about you? What are some of your favorite things? Why not take a minute to reflect on them and the one who gave them to you? Maybe then, things won’t feel so bad when the dog growls and the bee needs to be swatted away.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Disclaimer:
Please feel completely and totally obligated to blame me when this song gets lodged into your thoughts today!
JJZ
What do the two have in common? Much.
If I were to viciously and unrepentantly take away food from my dog’s mouth as he was eating, I would naturally expect him to bite me. If I were to take branch from a tree and poke at a bee’s nest, it would be safe to assume, I’d be stung a few times. Right now, the dog is biting and the bee is stinging. Metaphorically speaking, "food" is being taken out of our “mouths” and the "sting" hurts – very badly. Not the disease itself that is hurting so much, but people - relenting to selfish and gluttonous measures to hoard items and even attempting to make a profit from a horrific situation - are biting and stinging and hurting each other.
This virus has killed many people and for that there is no recourse unfortunately, only remorse and reconciliation. I am thinking of us that are here and face the threat, challenge, and fear of uncertainty daily. These microbes have disrupted, modified, distressed, and brought once daily routines to a screeching halt. For now, life as we have known it has changed. We do however, have choices until things return to normal. Choices that will make an impact or cause a failure. We can stick together, help each other, and work as one collective unit, or we can go off and “fend for ourselves.” We can bite and sting each other, or we help and heal the broken and needy. We can distress and live in a constant state of paranoia, or we can take a deep breath and count our blessings for the things we do have. When I go home to my family, these are my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad.
How about you? What are some of your favorite things? Why not take a minute to reflect on them and the one who gave them to you? Maybe then, things won’t feel so bad when the dog growls and the bee needs to be swatted away.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Disclaimer:
Please feel completely and totally obligated to blame me when this song gets lodged into your thoughts today!
JJZ
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