I can’t remember how long ago I first met Kozo but I knew it was significant straight up, there’s a beautiful energy about his writing..and sure enough he has come up with a wonderful idea. He’s the instigator of bloggers for peace – don’t you find it inspirational what an effect one person can have..
Please read his recent post with this month’s prompt, our first, and maybe jump on the peace train yourself? I’ve been singing it all day while mulling over this peace post.
“Now I’ve been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun
Oh I’ve been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day it’s going to come”
“Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train” Yusuf Islam – Peace Train
For January Kozo suggests we write a personal post – write about a daily or weekly gesture/act of kindness you perform to create peace in your home or community. It’s the 1st of January 2013 in Oz so here goes!
There’s something I do daily. It’s an act of kindness definitely. And I hope it brings some peace to my mother, to our home. I wrote about it in my first post ever and not in a very positive way.
First thing every morning I empty the pot from my mother’s bedroom that she uses overnight. She’s 90 – can you imagine getting to that age?!?! She has bladder weakness and after several years is still embarrassed by her need to go frequently. She moves slowly and with pain and the bathroom is too far in the middle of the night and too dangerous when sleep clouds judgement and vision. When she turns off the tv at night and begins the long journey to the next room, turning off lights as she goes, the furniture in the middle room begins to dance around. The step seems to have moved, that chair wasn’t there in the daytime, where did the light switch go.. and so the decision was made, some years ago now, to acquire various aids – the pot being one.
It’s not a fun task so yes it is an act of kindness. It was the first thing that came to mind reading Kozo’s prompt but my instinct was also that, to write about it is to blow my own trumpet. I don’t want accolades – it’s just what I do, what you’d do.
I empty it with no comment, do not draw attention to it, and so I hope it brings her some peace. Being looked after like this. Less fear of falling. Or missing. We’d like to keep her at home her whole life and this is how we do it.