What Moments Define You?

   May has blown in with strong winds, rain and today, blessed sunshine.

   Warm weather and sunshine, change even the Covid feelings around the world.
   My husband asked me yesterday, if I had blogged about the virus, and our isolation? Stay inside orders, should have giving me a wealth of stories, but...…I have been working hard on myself to stay in a good place. The fear and horror of nursing home patients, bodybags stacked up in ice trucks, so many people dying and sick. Loss of jobs, and hurting, sadness, and the circus of fools, in the White House. I don't know what to say.
   I think I know some answers, or questions, that I could run by some high political people, but they aren't listening. I would like to ask, protesters, acting like terrorists', to use words, not machine guns to get your point across. Angry people, they are not listening to you either.
It is a very unstable, different time to be hanging out of this earth of ours.
I was reminded yesterday of the 60's, early 70's and thought, geez that was so raw and unrested people.
We survived that period, we humans, have a strong spirit. I do have hope, but right now, it is meek in my heart.
Yesterday a dear friend, texted me to tune into PBS American Masters. So I did.
I love that my friends, all of them, know me so well. Know my likes and dislikes, enough to nudge me in the right direction.

 It was about a Native American, Momaday, Alfred or Scott. ( looking at my notes, who knows??)
He is so wise and brilliant, and I had to clutch my heart at every word, that spilled from him.
House Made of Dawn, is a book, I am going to read, when I stop typing to you.
The title of this blog, was said by him, and I thought, no kidding. Bad or Good moments, things that change you, even the smallest word, can turn the oxcart around. It was about the storytellers, the Native American storytellers. The oral tradition, and their history ( that we took from them) so rich, and so lost. An entire group of people, thrown away. Never throw people or words away. ( I feel like that is what we may be doing now)
He used the word, DELIGHTED, several times.  Delighted in Life, that is how we should feel every single day. He was delighted, when someone referred to him, as a story teller. The sun dance, was a way of worship, thanksgiving, for food, and another day. I think we have stopped singing and dancing. We are all teachers, and writers, and healers, we ARE!! Use our talents, tell your story, help someone, share some food, or company, even at a distance.
This moment defines you, this very moment.
Delight in being here.
And keep hope alive, by our thoughts, words and deeds.
Thank you HTA, your little message, turned my day around, and surrounded me with Peace.
I will watch it again, to see if I missed a single word.