Wha’d Ya Say?

 

casting-stones
Pastel Drawing by Rose Wolfe

 

Not everything is worth saying, much less repeating.  In fact, we should probably spend a lot more time thinking before we let words tumble from our tongue.

A few days ago, I read another FaceBook rant.  Yes, I confess, I try to read everyone’s post.  It is a character flaw of mine.  Somewhere along the way, I developed the belief that if it is worth putting down on paper, then it must have some value, some weight.  After all, it takes initiative to articulate concepts.  Big mistake on my part.

At one point, there was an effort to writing.  Grammar, sentence structure, word choice, spelling – all the old rules of written communication.  While I will acknowledge that there are new ways of communicating and that rules do morph to reflect current trends, I still am stuck on the idea that giving life to words should mean something – something of value.

Instead, we have devolved into a multicultural, international mess of inarticulate, hotheaded, screaming mass.  In this tumultuous time of insanity, an eruption of control grabbing is spewing acidic hate around the globe.  Chants of peace and love have been married to war and hate.  Oh, and yes, we (whomever that might be), we are right.

What does all of this have to do with me, a handicapped woman trying to thrive in her Midwestern town?  Everything.  There are people struggling each day to “cope” with pain, disease, and despair.  All the while, physically healthy people are wasting their time – and mine – finding ways to bash or belittle another person.

So, before, you write another rant about some topic that happened to fall into your mind, take a moment to think.

Wha’d ya say that was worth my time?


Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.  Phil. 4:8

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Rose Wolfe (Living Free with disAbilities)

Let's get to the elephant first: I have myotonic dystrophy which defines my physical limitations, but it does not define me. Without the distraction of physical activities, I have found my passions: (1) Encouraging others to live more fully with fun, faith, and hope; (2) finding freedom in oil painting; (3) writing about my experiences; and (4) encouraging others to live more passionately. It is my belief that every person lives with at least one disability - for impairments are not limited to those with chronic illnesses. Many neurotypical people are psychological architects who have constructed enclosures in which they trap themselves. Mindsets, attitudes, and perceptions are fluid realities. Many of us have forgotten that it is possible how to live beyond our disabilities. Life may have challenges but faith and hope are within reach. I have made my choice: I am LivingFreeWithdisAbilities.

11 thoughts on “Wha’d Ya Say?”

  1. I never have understood the ‘fun’ (vicious pack mentality) in pulling an innocent person down. Or ranting over nothing, it’s just a sign of stupidity.

    Overall standards have dropped – good manners, caring about others, customer service, spelling… I sometimes wonder if it’s because the world is over-populated? It’s making us aggressive? I think we lean too far towards material goals (having excess, being greedy) rather than towards spirituality and humanity. Love. This is where I respect the teachings of Jesus.

    I live in a nice area, the majority are seniors (60s-80s) living financially very comfortably and with no obvious health problems – but are they satisfied? They continually fight amongst themselves and seem discontent; neighbour falling out with neighbour. It’s like they need a long term illness to get it together!

    Rose, I love your pastels painting, the pebble shapes are so life-like. It actually has a serene effect upon me.

    Love, hugs and peace.

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    1. Thank you. I don’t know why people are so geared up to fight. Suffering does change our perspective. We start to realize what really matters – and it is love. Not romanticized love, but the life-sacrificing kind. Greed is a big factor. I love what you contributed here. Your comments add to the discussion. (Too bad we live in different countries.) Thank you for your compliment. I enjoyed pastel painting them. It was a peaceful time. (On the other hand, when I was trying to find an appropriate image, I came across the stones painting. It made me think of the time when Jesus said, “Let the person without fault cast the first stone.” No one was guiltless, so they put down the rocks with which they were going to stone the woman.). I wish we were all of your mindset. Hugs. 🐕

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  2. “Let the person without fault cast the first stone.” – this is one of my favourite sayings from Jesus.
    I found an interesting site on the teachings from Jesus, here on WordPress. I’ll look up the name and give you the link, if you like.
    I do love your stones painting! (looking at it again) xox

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  3. I couldn’t agree with you more!!! I remember my Mom telling us, If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all! A variation of an earlier comment! xxoo

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