Treat others…

Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

… As you would treat yourself .

The world needs balance, fairness, care.

Be considerate of others, it’s something I’ve always thought was a good principle to try and stick to. Before you do something that might affect others, think of the consequences. I think the people in the world could try and be more helpful to each other. For instance 8 men (billionaires) own as much as 3.6 BILLION People. That’s about half the world’s population. Isn’t it about time that things were shared more fairly? I’m not saying everyone could be equal, but perhaps instead of avoiding tax, the richest in society could pay a fair amount.

A film to watch

“When you hear a bell ring an angel gets its wings”.

I was feeling very down this morning. I couldn’t see the point of things. I sat down and put the TV on. “It’s a Wonderful Life” with James Stewart was just starting.

Have you ever seen it? It’s an old film with a man who takes over a savings and loan company and supports all of his community, even when things are bad he sorts them out. But one day some money goes missing and he is about to lose everything. Meanwhile because everybody is praying for him, an angel (second class) is tasked to save him. It’s not a religious film and it’s very heartwarming and yet emotional to watch. It’s very humanitarian and caring.

If you like old films, and James Stewart, give it a go. Truly 5 stars.

Keeping warm

Find a warm spot and curl up. You can put your nose under your tail and snuggle down. Cats are lucky to have tails. Making them cuddly and comfy.

Apart from sleeping for hours a day? They are funny and playful. They are intelligent and charming. They are sometimes naughty too! Being a cat in a house can be a pleasure, but some people are cruel and unkind. Cats like all pets need treating with love care and attention. They will love you if you do. They are, awesome companions if you get the right ones.

Most Favourite?

Who are your current most favorite people?

It could be anyone.

It depends on what you are like?

Are you pleasant?

Do you care about others?

There are so many people

With different traits

Fantastic ideas

Idealistic behaviours.

Do you have to be perfect?

No, humans aren’t,

But if you try….

You could be a current favourite.

Compassion

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

I think its important to care about people. It means a lot to me. Empathy is important too. Trying to understand where people come from. Sometimes people are hard to get, they don’t make sense. But I still think you have to care.

Compassion is key to that, seeing the problems people are suffering and trying to get to the bottom of why it’s happening. Not blaming them for how their lives are turning out.

I know I cannot aways help people. It’s so hard to explain what I mean. But if you put yourself in their shoes at least there is a chance you can understand their motivations.

I hate rhetoric that describes people in a bad way and that creates a feeling of us and them. It is just a way to divide and conquer. In the modern world there seems to be such a blame culture, where compassionate thoughts could make things better for everyone?

I know I’m an idealist and most readers will find my thoughts wishy washy and weak. But it’s ingrained into me. I make no apologies for it.

Caring for people

What motivates you?

I think I’ve always cared about people. My mom used to say I had a soft heart. I like films that you would class as weepies, ones that bought a tear to your eyes. I’d sit on the sofa with my mom and have a good cry.

So I’m motivated to try and support people. I wonder if that is just a perpetuation of a female role model ? It certainly was pushed when we had our careers guidance. It was suggested I went into nursing, I which didn’t set well. Why not a doctor? Anyway by then my motivation had changed. I wanted to be an artist, and for forty years I’ve pursued that role. Not to be famous. Not to make money, but to create art (and care about people).

Curled at my feet

Puss cat curled up at my feet last night. I wanted to put my feet up on a footstool, but he wouldn’t move! I think he’s trying to take care of me. He sits next to me on my chair arm sometimes. His brother on the other arm reaching a paw out to me every so often. It’s so sweet.

Then the queen arrives, she jumps up and nuzzles me, saying hello. The boys ignore her but she is nervous of their size, I think she’s a bit bullied by them, but generally they all get on well together and with my hubby….

Don’t ignore!

,

The wound in my leg is infected. I’ve got to keep it clean and raised. Not easy. It started as a cut but I thought it would be OK after dressing it. Now it’s sore and red and weeping. Don’t assume that if it looks clean it’s OK. Who knows what the car door shoved through my trouser leg into the wound. I can’t physically see it as its on the side, round the back. But hubby insisted I got medical treatment.

Things like this test relationships. The roles you slot into can be reversed. I’m used to caring for him, now he’s got to sort me out. I realise why patients need patience. Can’t make him do things unless it’s in his own good time. But we will get there as they say, in sickness and in health. x

Trying to work things out.

The weekend before last was lovely, we went out with an art group and enjoyed visiting am old house. I walked round the grounds despite having a sore foot, it made climbing slopes difficult but I was OK.

When we got home the car door swung shut on my other leg. The wind had caught it and the corner of the door sliced into my calf muscle slightly, it bled but I put a dressing on it and it seemed OK.

THEN, I was walking upstairs a couple of days later, something seemed to snap in my bad foot. I rang the doctors and they said ring an ambulance. Which I did. They said it wasn’t broken and there was nothing to do but weight bear on my bad foot. Hubby even bought me crutches so I can hobble about. At that stage my other leg still seemed fine, I even got the paramedics to look at it. But over the last couple of days it’s started to weep. I don’t know what to do. Hubby says it looks a bit messy but I can’t see round the side. I will ring the doctors in the morning.

Life is strange. I’ve gone from being the carer to being cared for. Which means I can’t do things for myself like cooking and cleaning, but I have to give hubby instructions. I feel like my head will explode with frustration. I don’t know if the doctors can help. I can’t drive anywhere or even get out of the house down the step. Oh I’m fed up!