Giving Thanks, shedding tears, and "putting a little sugar in my bowl"...
Later today, 12 people are coming over to the house for a celebratory meal. The spuds are done. The sprouts are washed. And the squash is prepped. But as I prep the bird and all the fixings, while the rest of the house is still asleep, Nina Simone's "I Want a Little Sugar in my Bowl" plays on my tunes list. And all of a sudden I start to cry.
It seems the world is in an escalation of torment right now and I feel pretty damn helpless about it all. Bombs, attacks, name-calling, you name it. Over there. And right here next to us. We help those we can in arm's length and a little further, but it just seems to be getting out of hand these days. Politics. Right. Left. Racial issues. Religion. Gay Rights. Women's Rights. Human Rights. I mean, it's just all hitting the fan.
We 'take control' of our immediate surroundings, we open our homes, we give thanks, we care, we love, we share, hoping that maybe some of that warmth, love, and respect will trickle down. So maybe I could put a little sugar, not in my bowl, but in your bowl – to share. Put a little sweetness down in the soul... to "fix things up so they will go".