THE OCEAN OF LIFE

“A simple act of caring creates an endless ripple.”

I read that in a FB post today. Made a whole hell of a lot of sense. I believe the ripple is benign, though. It is neither good nor bad but up to the individual that sends it. It is then up to the individual that receives it to determine if they want it..good or bad!

For example:

In the FB post this came from a man did something good for a child in giving her a gift she wanted but grandma couldn’t afford it and said perhaps next time. A young man notices and purchases the gift ( a delicious cake) and gives it to the child. The grandmother refuses at first, but the young man tells her that someone did him a kindness years ago when he was a child and he was only returning the favor to the universe. The child takes the cake which turns out to be for her grandfather for his BD who the story tells also happens to be the man that did the other a favor when he was a boy. She received it in the spirit it was given return for the spirit in which her grandfather gave it away as well.

In a second example:

I wrote a comment on FB regarding some subject forgotten already. A young lady jumped on top of my comment to correct me on a word which to me was stupid as it really had nothing to do with the point of the comment. I answered in the same rude manner I felt she had displayed and we went back and forth for a bit. Regardless, the point is..I have done that to others as well. Corrected their grammar to display their ignorance and my superiority. Again, receiving what I had given out, returned to me in the same manner.

So it’s all ripples, you see. They interconnect in our ocean of life and sometimes they meet head on and other times they blend harmoniously. Certainly in the vein in which they were given or received. Perhaps if I had received the woman’s critique graciously,we would not have had a back and forth or perhaps a much different conversation. Peace

· BALANCE…
In the heat of a moment,
Do you ever wonder?
Just where did it start?
How did it start?
A conversation..that went south..
Why south? Do not plans go up in smoke?
Is that not north?
We live in a world of hidden minefields..social and awkward,
Where the surface upon which we step..
Is Ice!
One slip north or south,
East or west…
And your world lays round in a million shards of madness!
Balance is a precarious dance..
Of decisions right and wrong…
So small..most times so insignificant they shouldn’t matter,
And still,
A wee butterfly wings its way..
Leaves turmoil in the flutter of its wake.
So shall we say it started there?
How else shall we explain the end at the bottom of the hill?
Does the End have…
a Beginning?
One slip,
One day,
One fall..
and it’s all over.
In the heat of a moment!