If I had a magic wand, the first thing I’d do is…
Cure our infertility issues Bring my lost children back to life Circumvent the law with magic and adopt ‘my girls’ Violetta and Gretchen from their orphanages in Eastern Europe Make miscarriages impossible Heal the hearts of all grieving parents Cure all the diseases/conditions which make anyone infertile Find a home for every orphan Make every child a wanted and cherished one Give everyone the means to care for their children Cure those stricken by depression Cure those stricken by any mental health problem Fix every physical health problem Make it so no-one gets sick Make it so no disabilities happen Make it so no-one has to be homeless Or hungry Or lonely Or in pain Or desperate Yet even as I suggest these wonderful, life-changing, positive things, I realise that bringing about this utopia with the flick of a magic wand would be so destructive.
We live in a broken world, and are shaped (for better and for worse) by it, yet within each of us is that spark of human spirit which CAN face down troubles and survive, nay come off the better for it. We are infinitely adaptable as a race, and the hardships we face can inspire such moments of wonder, of awesomeness, that removing them would be to deprive the world of many of the good things it enjoys.
Would it be wonderful to ‘cure’ everything? On one level, SO much yes, and yet on another…the ripples of impact which spread out from these events carrying the sparkling promise brought by positivity and human application to overcome adversity, are a force to be reckoned with – a force for Good.
In our struggles we are wise to reach out to one another, to help one another, to treat one another as human beings and care for each other. Connections and communities are made, bonds strengthened and each individual enriched by the presence of another, alongside, ‘in the trenches’.
And it’s these connections – these relationships – these people – which make life so indescribably beautiful, in spite of all the pain and horror.
So I wouldn’t fix it.
But what I would do, to further the development of such a world, where compassion, empathy and wonder are central, is wave the wand and in a cloud of billions of glittering sparks, send a resolute seed of hope into each person’s heart, along with the desire to nurture it in others.
I’ve actually been honoured with the opportunity to get actively involved in spreading hope. A while ago I was asked to contribute to a book on child loss, written by mothers who’ve experienced the awfulness of it, with a view to bringing some hope, some comfort, some solidarity and the knowledge that each new woman who is hurled, brokenhearted into the club, knows that they are not alone.
The book is due to come out in October, and at the moment there’s a Facebook page, collecting likes, shares and interest for people who want, need, or know someone who needs, this book. I hope that you might pop over and consider giving it a ‘like’ or a share.
I *finally* got round to making Mrs Always Random’s Salted Caramel Pretzel Bark.
There are some things you should know about this recipe:
- It uses an UNREAL amount of butter.
- It’s absolutely delicious
- Really, so SO much butter, your arteries will roll over in submission after one mouthful
It’s possibly the richest thing I’ve ever made/tasted, and because I live in English England, where we’re not a terribly sweetified nation, my friends’ tastebuds were zapped into submission (as mine were) when I offered them a taste tonight.
There’s now most of a panful in my fridge, and I can’t see Husby and I getting through it before it runs out of viability as ‘food’.
So NOW what!
(According to Mrs A.R., I need better friends)
Which brings me neatly to my next point – I learned from a friend this evening that my city has a ‘Jumbulance’, that is to say, a super-sized ambulance for super-sized people.
I confess I laughed hard before I began to find it kinda sad. But then I thought about it and laughed again.
I may be more sizeist than I care to admit.
Anyone for Salted Caramel Pretzel Bark? I’m not sure I should eat any more in case I find myself in need of the Jumbulance!
Talking of not eating any more (oh dear, I’m sure these ‘takes’ aren’t meant to run into one another *quite* so slickly, but this has been how life was this week) I was on one of my walk/runs with my Explorer Friend yesterday, and I told her about a sign I’d seen in a kitsch little filled-with-tat-and-toys-and-gnomes-and-tiny-signs garden (they were fund raising on a tourist route) which I’d seen on holiday. It read:
No food tastes as good as being slim feels
I loved this when I saw it, and joyfully recounted the experience. She baulked and immediately told me it was a terrible quote, and quite likely one of the ones which would be touted on pro-ana sites (or similar) and used as a tool to put people into a negative relationship with food and bully them into the ‘size zero’ culture.
I was quite shocked at just how vehemently she expressed her dislike of it.
And I can kindasorta see where she’s coming from with it, but I still really like the quote.
Maybe she’s right, and I need to take a good hard look at my values here…where do you stand?
I don’t know if you *do* TED talks or not – I do, but not as often as I should – there’s SO MUCH wonder and awesomeness there.
Anyways, today I came across this talk, by one Eleanor Longden, who speaks eloquently, engagingly and utterly wonderfully about schizophrenia.
It’s not a topic I’m closely acquainted with, but I’m aware of the negative stereotypes around the condition. I thought I’d give it a try and I was floored. She speaks SO beautifully and with such common sense and compassion.
If you don’t have time now, please save it somewhere to watch later. It’s hugely enlightening, and hey – the more we understand about a thing, the more enabled we are to engage with the people who have the thing.
If you like comment box conversations, getting to know new and utterly awesomerockin’ people, and combatting the challenges of life with a kick-ass Attitude of Gratitude, come on back on Saturday and link in your list of Ten.