November 24, 2014, Prescott- This is, for an educator, the shortest “work week” of the academic year. Most schools have two days, before Thanksgiving break. It’s also my birthday week, and this year, I turn 64 on the day after Thanksgiving. People are given to calling that day, “Black Friday”, as its sales receipts are supposed to put retail businesses “in the black”. A sad trend has some stores shortening, or foregoing, the Thanksgiving holiday for their employees/associates. One retail outlet even refers to the most important family holiday of the year as “Black Thursday”. Shameful, this.
Words matter. I have had the tendency, much of my life, to be “in the brain, out the mouth.” I could blame this on my autism, and it is probably what has caused this series of faux pas. My late wife spent the best years of her life coaching me out of this emotional trough. Discretion and sobriety were the most valuable gifts she imparted to me, through three decades of steadfast love. I have stumbled and bumbled on occasion, in the three years, seven months since her passing. Good people have been hurt, and I have done myself no favours with these missteps.
The purpose of life, though, is to transcend. We overcome pain, move out of false comfort zones, learn new skills, make new friends and often keep the old. In all of this, a successful effort brings one closer to the Source of all life. I am slowly on the upward path, with my beloved spirit guide urging me on, in matters large and small.
Our words ought to represent reflection, thought, and most crucially, love. What comes from our mouths, our pens, our keyboards can either build or shatter. So, while it’s a fine thing to be ever honest, in our dealings with those near and far, it pays to remember that no one really wants to be shattered, knocked down or left out. Honesty and kindness are not mutually exclusive. Have a fine Monday, my friends.