Meanderings Of Filosofa’s Mind

Today I am feeling introspective, philosophical.  Perhaps it is because my workspace is temporarily at the kitchen table, directly in front of the kitchen window until my new chair and laptop desk arrive sometime next week.  As I glance outside the window, I see the birds, pecking at the feed my darling neighbor, Maha, has put down for them, and I see the children … one kicking a ball, another attempting to fly a kite, while yet another is taking some of his very first steps under his mother’s watchful eye. Life is happening … the nation’s shut down has not stopped that, nor has the coronavirus, nor has the person in the Oval Office, nor have those who support him.  My flowers are blooming … well, some of them, anyway … a few bees are seen hovering, and even a hummingbird!  And so, Filosofa’s mind begins to wander …

I think about all those people screeching for the economy to re-open, for shops, restaurants and bars to be once again open so that they can spend what little money they may have there.  And then I look at the birdies and I wonder … in the grand scheme of things, do the shops really matter?  Do you really need a new pair of jeans or a dress or new toaster oven?  Will you be happier or healthier in the long run if you dine out tonight, and hit the bars tomorrow night?  For some, no doubt, the answer to that question is ‘yes’ … I am glad I am not one of them.

I never enjoyed shops and malls anyway, and I am definitely not a bar person.  I did always enjoy our Saturday afternoon meals at a favourite local casual restaurant, and then a trip to Barnes & Noble afterward, but frankly, I’m finding that I have adapted, that my life is no less rich without that, and my bank account has grown considerably without our weekend spending!

On May 27th, another space shuttle of sorts will transport two U.S. astronauts to the International Space Station (ISS).  I wonder why?  After all, it isn’t as if it matters to most of us, it is historic only in the sense that it is an outside craft, not a NASA-built craft, but rather one created by Elon Musk’s company, that will transport the astronauts.  It really isn’t important … so many things have been postponed, have ground to a halt, including the education of our children … that IS important … that I wonder why this launch continues as planned.  Probably an ego trip for Trump & Musk.  Ah well, it matters not to me, for there are far more important things for me to focus my attention on.

I’ve largely ignored the efforts by Trump & Co to distract our attention to his circus acts of blaming everyone but Thomas Jefferson for his own failures and shortcomings, but some things cannot be ignored, such as his systematic purge of people in the administration who would hold him accountable for his actions.  He is, in essence, creating a ring of protection around himself, giving himself powers that no president was ever intended to have.  I worry about what’s next on his agenda.  Is not that a far more important concern than heading to the local mall, or sending a couple more men into space?

Look out the window … better yet, step outside.  Look, really look at the birds, the trees, the flowers … would you really rather be at a mall packed full of people, choking on the smell of 100 different varieties of tacky perfume, ogling things that you neither need nor really even want?  What’s really important to you?  Is it more important that you can go ‘do stuff’, or that you are still alive to appreciate the beauty of nature?  Do you really care if planes are flying again right now, or thousands of cars are clogging the highways at rush hour?

Yes, I do realize most have jobs they need to get back to, that the mortgage is coming due, groceries must be bought and paid for, the kids need braces and those aren’t cheap.  I realize the economy of the nation is important.  But is it more important than ensuring that our government is looking out for the people of this country … all the people, not just the wealthy?  Is it more important than ensuring that we still have a voice in our government?  Those who eagerly seek a “return to normal” will be sorely disappointed, for I suspect it will not happen any time soon, if ever.  In mid-March, I cared … now, I hope that we find a new ‘normal’, one where people matter more than ‘things’.

But, aside from all that … are you really so eager to return to the battlefield, knowing that many more will yet die?  Nothing has changed since March.  There still is no cure.  The virus is still just as contagious as it was two months ago.  We still have over 1,000 new deaths per day in the U.S.  Human beings.  Mothers, fathers, children, grandparents … people, not merely statistics.  Do you really care if the U.S. has two new astronauts on the ISS right now?  Wouldn’t next year be just as good?  There is no ‘race for space’, no reason for one.  Money down the tubes that frankly could be put to MUCH better use this year, helping the people who are suffering, keeping the nation safe.

As I write this, two young boys walk past my patio, see me in the window, and they give me big smiles and wave as if I were an old friend.  The birdies are pecking away at their food.  The neighbor’s dog is fertilizing the grass in my yard.  And despite all that is wrong in the world right now, I find a reason to smile.

25 thoughts on “Meanderings Of Filosofa’s Mind

  1. Now that Jill is reflective and observational writing of a high standard, drawing in the reader to the images passing before you; inviting the reader into your home to see things as you see them, to share your thoughts.
    Toldja you could do it! 💁‍♂️

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    • I don’t know about the immune system, but it boosted my mood, though only temporarily, only until the next batch of ‘breaking news’ announcements. Sigh. Today, though, I got a real treat! I was glancing out the window at the birdies eating the feed, and I thought one birdie looked really odd. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a squirrel! The birds didn’t seem to mind him, nor he they, and he spent about 20 minutes munching on bird seed! I smiled.

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  2. Well said. But personally I think it a waste of time and energy to worry about what Trump will do next. We take it as a given that whatever he does it will be horrific. I would rather pounder the birds and the beauty that surrounds us all.

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    • Ah, but that is what he wants. He wants us to just shrug our shoulders and roll our eyes at each new abomination. He wants us to become inured so that we stop paying attention. Yes, I’d rather ponder the birds and the adorable squirrel that showed up this morning to share the birds’ feed, and it’s important that we spend time doing that, too. But, we simply cannot become numb to what he is doing to us, we must keep fighting, my friend.

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  3. Meanderings are a good practice to explore one’s mind! I have been reading, actually reading again, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections” the autobiographical book by the elderly Carl Gustav Jung written with his personal secretary Aniela Jaffe. It was first published in German in 1962 and then in English in 1963 following his death in 1961. The book belonged to my eldest sister, purchased for a college course. Upon completion of the course, with a rather high grade of which she boasted about, the book was abandoned and gathered dust on a shelf. I must have been desperate for reading material when I pulled it off the shelf but became immersed in the book, though it was soon forgotten after being read. I cannot say what became of the original book, it was in mint condition and mayhaps worth a pretty penny now. I had not given that book a thought for many decades until I came across a more recent paperback copy the end of last year at my monthly book swap and it too has been gathering dust waiting to be read. There is a Jungian quote found in those pages which I recall having read all those years ago that meant little to me at the time…I was too young and quite caught up in the first flush of true love! “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of being.” – Carl Jung. Those words strike me at present as quite meaningful…there is much darkness these days for many reasons, but each of us must kindle a light to find our way through this darkness and remember to offer a helping hand to others when they cannot find their own light. Thank-you!

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    • I like that notion, of kindling a light, helping others find their way out of this deep darkness we are surrounded by of late. But … at the same time, it seems that some believe their purpose is to extinguish our lights. Obviously, when my mind meandered on Wednesday afternoon, during a brief, rare hour of sunshine, I was in a better humour than I’ve been in today. Still, I’ll keep trying to find and spread that light, if only to help others find some sort of hope in all this grime. Big hugs, dear Ellen.

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  4. These are things I have been saying for so long, Jill, even before Covid19. Working in medicine leaves a sour taste in a person’s mouth because it isn’t all about healing and the good of the all. Sometimes it is but for too many professionals it is about the bottom line, the green, the numbers…so sad. 😞

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    • I hear you, my friend. My daughter works for a Urology Group that is being bought out by a private equity group. Each doctor will sell his part ownership for a cool $1 million, and the group will change policies in ways that do not benefit the patient, but enrich the owners, local labs, and pharma groups. Some of the stories she tells about some of the docs make me very untrusting of the medical community.

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      • Sadly, I have never had trust in physicians since they allowed my mother to die slowly of addiction to pain and anti depressant meds. They are not the gods people want them to be. They are mechanics and most have chosen their profession by the quality of life it will give to them financially and not for the once noble purpose of healing the sick..I have known but a handful of them that I truly respect. 😞.

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        • No, they are not the gods some people believe, but some of them have come to see themselves as gods. I do believe there are some good doctors with hearts and consciences in the right place, but they are in the minority these days. Mostly, the medical profession is about $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

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    • Seems we’ve been wiping at that grime an awful long time and not made much progress. Sigh. I do like your positive attitude and encouraging words though, so let me just get out another bottle of cleaner and a fresh rag and I’ll start wiping again. xx

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  5. Jill, well said. A few months ago, I chose to watch less news, restricting it to only one show (varying the source), reading the local paper and select stuff online. It has made a huge difference.

    You are so right about finding reasons to smile. Being outside to enjoy nature, see the flowers and trees, and take a hike is a great respite. Smile and the world smiles with you. Keith

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    • I never watch the news, but trying to stay on top of everything via a handful (about 20) of online sources is simply exhausting, and yet … I cannot simply turn away. Sigh. I do try to find outlets, though, like walks (if it would ever stop raining!), reading, music. Still, I can feel the depression settling in, some days wishing I hadn’t awakened at all.

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