A quick thought from the host, but please check out the new GUEST POST above this
I have been consumed with a feeling of humiliation and frustration over an "incident" and a miscarriage of justice regarding it. There seems to be no good way to find relief from the result. I think through it and try to find a way that I can remedy my frustration and there is none. People just fail. People are no good. People dissapoint. I can't change it. That is the same thing I have been learning all my life. Why does it surprise me now?
I was standing in a Rite-Aid thinking again about the situation and feeling the frustration of it and this old old lady in front of me says to the clerk very feebly, "The sunshine is just lovely."
It struck me: the comfort. I always find this bit of human comfort when I am reminded of it: (tell me if you see this too)
I will be old some day and none of this will matter. I will just be thankful and consumed with the understated joy over little things like "sunshine."
Is that weird?