Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Woke up this mornin'...

with the blues on my mind. All I could figure out was that I just felt sad, cumulatively sad---about the world, the sorrow and grief that dominate the front pages of the media, the frustration and anger that generate so much of that sorrow and grief, and the weak though passionate efforts we make to change the world's pain into joy.

And then I had my cup of coffee and realized that every headline, every news broadcast, every Facebook cause that implores me to join it, reminds me of every other grief and sorrow I've ever experienced. I am cumulatively (though not terminally) sad.

I am sad for the victims and the perpetrator at Ft. Hood, sad for the Seattle cops who lost a comrade and sad for his killer whose anger may never be understood. I am sad because my dear congregant Hildred died two weeks ago, sad because Jerry Davidoff just died yesterday, sad because more troops are going to Afghanistan and sad because the alternative is no better. I'm sad that dear friends are sick, some with cancer, some with flu, some with minor ailments, some with chronic illnesses that will never go away. I'm sad because people are afraid of one another, sad because people are angry with one another, sad because so many people don't know how or are afraid to use their anger productively, not violently. I'm sad for all those whose lives are touched directly or indirectly by murder, natural death, illness, and violence.

I'm not depressed. I'm sad. The sadness that is part and parcel of human life doesn't go away; it forms a foundation upon which we build our lives, recognizing that sadness is not necessarily bad. Sadness makes me think. Sadness makes me appreciate the dear ones whose lives are ended. Sadness helps me recognize how valuable people are, how much they have given me and others. Sadness reminds me that we are all in this together, that the only way out is through, that out of sadness can come action.

It helps to put it down on "paper". It helps to know that you all feel sad sometimes too. It helps to sing the blues. At least I haven't wrecked my pickup, lost my dog or my good man, or had a daughter go bad. The Corolla's still running, the cats are mostly well-behaved (except for Max who continues to pee when pissed), the good man is still unaware of himself, and the Favorite Son is a continuing joy to me.

I have lots to feel good about but I'm still sad. Just give me time. The action will start again soon.


Robin Edgar said...

Well with any luck Max will have at least have the good sense not to get in a pissing match with a skunk. . . ;-)

Here is one of my favorite songs that resonates with your feelings today and may cheer you up a bit.

ms. kitty said...

Thanks, Robin, you made me smile!

Robin Edgar said...

Well I am glad to hear that Ms. Kitty. I kind of hoped I might cheer you up a bit. If everyone dwelled on all the unpleasant things that happen in the world we would probably all be severely depressed most of the time. So I try to look on the bright side of life as much as possible. ;-)

WVC = propre which means clean and tidy or correct in French

ms. kitty said...

Thanks again, Robin.

kimc said...

Here is a little story that gave us a bit of hope for the world:
On Halloween, our son and his frat buddies went to a big party. Their sister sorority was there too. Someone gave the girls a thermos full of "grape juice and vodka", but it turned out to have a date-rape drug in it too. When the frat boys realized what was going on, they rounded up all the girls and drove them home!
We are so proud of them.

ms. kitty said...

Kimc, what a wonderful story of kindness overcoming wrongdoing! No wonder you're proud of your guys.

Mile High Pixie said...

Rev. Kit, thanks for speaking out for We the Occasionally Sad. There are times when I'll get really blue for a couple of days. Several major and minor bad things/events/ situations/feelings will converge on me at once and suddenly I'm a shuffling pile of laundry with a DayTimer. It's taken me several years to figure out that what I was feeling was not depression, but just good old fashioned blues, which everyone gets and which will clear up partly on their own and partly through external intervention. Every now and then, they're good to have, because that morning when you wake up and feel really well-rested and better...mm, fantastic. reminds you why it's good to be a human.