What if you could make a difference?
Oh, my soul! Let it find understanding for the past, resolutions for the present, hope for the future. It is a passionate desire that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and everlasting and that every road that we may take will lead to peace… peace... peace.
What feeds our world the hate? I don't understand why it's even happening. It goes beyond reason to roll over another country like they don't matter. There are people and lives going on, loving and shopping and doing normal things, the lives of their children forever being tarnished with this. Who wants to live where we don’t matter, we don't make a difference, where you won't raise a hand to help someone, those who need assistance right now. Some are adamantly holding on and fighting back, others, keeping it normal for their kids, families that call on the phone, when they can reach them...
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted - Aesop
To me, true happiness is helping others in any way we can - even the smallest gesture can go a very long way. Every day is a chance to help, lift and support. Be all that you can be.
There are several ways people are trying assist the people oin Ukraine. I found a painless way right here. I say painless as you won't hav to pull money out of your pocket: It is from 
Hive account@cardboard, creator of 
Hive account@tipu curation project who had a great suggestion. See here:
@cardboard/looking-for-ukrainian-curators-staywithukraine
When I look around me, in this world, my Mother Earth, the scale of problems seems grander every day. I look for some small act of kindness, some goodness… to confirm my beliefs. Because of its size, the remedy will have to be grander, but I need that confirmation of the good and the beauty that is as gentle as a rose petal — as slight as my eyes, as forgiving as a whisper, as kindhearted as the hands of my love.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. There are so many I hold in my heart tonight.May God Bless us all.
𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊,
𝒟𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓈𝑒
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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