This was on a list of reasons my grown child wrote as reasons she can’t sleep at night. And I can’t reassure her that it’s ok, because I don’t know how it affects those poor dolphins who are held captive for our amusement. Lord, how many screwed up things we have left our next generation to contend with. I try to tell her to focus on her immediate arena of influence, and stay in the realm of what she can affect now.
It doesn’t help her. Her interest and passion and concern are way bigger than mother’s murmured “it’s all ok for now.” I’ve learned how to turn down the volume on such issues, but she has to find her own switch. And maybe she won’t be lucky enough to have one. Passionate people who are compassionate are becoming far too few.
A post today on social showing a package of bacon on top of the halal section of the supermarket, and I’m surprised that all the responses are ” what a great idea, lol” . I’m horrified by people who’ve helped me, been there for me, and are unashamed at such a thing. Enough! I can’t turn down that one.
doctors tomorrow, not much either of us can do, dog’s visit to vet proved that she’s old, arthritic and has a heart murmur. A request for an idea for an artists rendering of a cover for a original bit of rock and roll, I’m interested and inspired now. And this was going to be about how I found “the right pair” of Beatle boots. As my adopted countrymen say ” it’s all good, mate”. Is it?
i guess I tell myself it’s alright for now