I fell into a think tank today, and can’t seem to climb out of it. When I look up, I see daylight of a sort, but not enough to reveal anything to strive for. Maybe it is time for some introspection. I looked that up once and recall that it means ‘looking inward’ or words to that effect. So, meandering through my inner self, I happened upon Eliza Doolittle from “My Fair Lady”.
“All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, warm hands, warm feet,warm hair…O wouldn’t it be loverly?” I’ll wager some of you are humming along with me, those of a certain age perhaps. And yes, loverly it would be to put aside visions here in my think tank of the faces of the little children who were so cruelly removed from their rooms somewhere that held their oh so short lists of memories. Better yet would be to have the power to restore them all, roll time back to before and whisk the sick one away to a better place for him.
Lacking such power, and gritting my teeth, I wrenched my thoughts to things more simplistic and perhaps realistic that I could do something about, but again Eliza taunted me with her lilting lyrics. Oh, how loverly it would be for even a short time to look up and see a brighter day dawning, perhaps to make climbing out worth the effort. Again the ‘inner self’ resisted, sharing from afar in the dull pressure of work for a pauper’s pay that faced so many of my fellow Americans. It weighed heavily on my chest and I breathed deep sighing breaths, willing myself to shake off the melancholy and do something. I shouted inside my mind time after time that I must do something, anything to lift them up. Yes, loverly to do. But wait, wait, my inner person shouted. You can do something; there is a way out of this miasma of impending doom!
I bolted upright, dislodging my warm chair from the reclining position, and slamming my warm feet onto the warm carpet. I spoke aloud a word from olden days learned in my voracious reading sprees: Eureka, I found it! I said and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. There was nobody to hear, and a pause, a moment I did not recognize my place. Somehow I knew that as a child of God, I had indeed been in a very deep and lonely place, looking for the light that was within, not outside my mind. I knelt and wept, knowing how I could provide a place of warmth for those I wept for. One person at a time, starting with myself, I could make a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, and yes it would be loverly.
I am dressed warmly now, and have extra coats and gloves, and I can step outside my door and look for the first one to share my abundance of possessions that I could only use one at a time. It would take a long time, and I might not get to everyone, but as I step out and look up, I see the Christmas star brighter than all the others, and I hum….loverly, loverly.