We have a temperature gauge in our shed in the garden. It’s true to say that a lot of Brits are obsessed about the weather, as we can literally have 4 seasons in one day (we are an island nation buffeted by the Atlantic ocean from west and south and the North Sea and Scandinavia from the north and east. A case in point was yesterday when I awoke to a beautiful, sunny day; by 11am it was snowing heavily and covering the daffodils which only last week thought it was Spring and whose stems had ever since been climbing steadily skyward.
The point is I awoke this morning to the temperature in centigrade of -10 (that’s 14 degrees Fahrenheit for those of you who use that scale). My first thoughts were, “I’m freezing. I’m sore. It’s so cold.” But during meditation this morning I realised that actually I’m not freezing, but people who had spent the night out in the cold were. Sure, my mind thought it was in pain, but I would soon get better once the central heating got going in the house. I have a house, a home. It’s safe, secure, warm. I have the choice to turn the heating on or off. I can make myself a hot drink or soup any time I want. Some people aren’t so lucky. I’m one of the
lucky blessed ones.
When you’re out and about today and it’s cold (and even if it’s not), don’t pass by the homeless person you see most days. Be a superhero. Buy them a hot drink/soup or a pair of gloves. It doesn’t matter their reasons for being homeless. We can all judge each other for something. Let’s not do that. Just show some love and compassion even if they’re not ready to receive it yet. It’s the intent, the act of giving of yourself to help someone else, that’s what matters. Have a great day everyone. Much love from a frosty, snowy, cold Scotland. Anita. I leave you with some images of snowy scenes. Be careful out there.