Every time it rains....

I feel as if it is those "Ten Thousand Angels" crying thier tears.....I oftne wonder if it is and if they are, who are they beign shed for and why, may I help, can I help, how do I help, while also knowing one can only help another once they have learned how to help themselves and are at a certain point in their own healing journey, yet that beggs antoher question, are there not little things' we can ALL do each day, even if un-noticed that contribute, support, or do something for someone, even ourselves at least once a day?  ANd by "ourselves", I mean in that "Healthy self-ishness" kind of way. It is something I am trhying to learn, in many ways' because by putting everyone before me, I ended up pretty sick because never took time and energy to rest or do anhy self-care....so here I am, sick, healing, but still trying to find little ways to make a difference abd contribute to humanity each and every day, no matter how small, for sometimes it is in the smallest of acts, we find the greatest of apprecation, at least I have...maybe for me, that is born of being through numerous and horrific traumas', maybe of other more develepmental issues,but either way, it is sometimes the only thing I love or like about me - that I enjoy and take gratitidue in such simple ats of kindness or things, words', whatever! I LOVE stickers - simple. I really love it when someone takes time to read something I have written and if they offer a response or feedback, on their own time of course, it is a double terrific reward!

Today, it rained, the angels cried a lot, if you believe in them, and I felt, felt so much....but then there were those periods of calmness - those fleeting moments when it seemed to disappate and there seemed to be a peace about the "air"!