the little things matter, too

 

the posts reek with despair and grief and of rotting human flesh.  add to that the discontent and dismay!  i cannot keep off my tears.  i cannot avoid the memories that flood my being, bringing back the terror i underwent when my town, baao, was ravaged by a super typhoon, too, back in 2006.  

when i look at the photos of the aftermath, i could only imagine how we looked like then. . . and there are just no words that would dare describe the horror, the misery, the hoplessness.

being spared from this recent devastation, i feel inadequate and i question how i could be of help, i being small (figuratively speaking, i.e., bwahahaha!)and basic.  it led me to thinking that wherever i am today, (i may not be in the next plane of volunteers to tacloban or guian) or you, for that matter, i have done at least one of these simple things:

 gotten out of bed when i could have lingered under my warm sheets. . .

shared a smile, a seat. . .

spoken a kind word, given a pat on the back. . .

offered a little love to someone who needed it, whispered a prayer. . .

and i realize that if i keep doing what i am doing, and do not worry much about what is not done, these little things have big impact, too. 

that i know for sure.  and i am also, already, making a difference.

ps.  as artists here in bicol, we pooled our works together and showed we care, too, however small this act may seem.  fair weather is just that, fair. and life is good!