I have returned from the best type of vacation. It included days of  laughing  and playing with my four youngest grandchildren and going to some new places.  I ate piggies and played peek a boo, I painted a canvas and read a story. I listened to their excited stories and laughed at their antics. Though physically tired, I am relaxed and happy inside.

I can close my eyes and still hear cries of “Nana! Nana!” There was almost sixty degree weather and sun. Let me repeat that:  Sun!  I know this may not sound like a good vacation to many but the children lifted up my heart and soul. It is why we do all we do. We write and speak out for a better world for the young ones. We extend kindness, compassion and forgiveness to make the world a better place now but also to make it a better place for the young ones in the future.

Very little of the pain and the heart ache that happens in this world, happens for any reason except humans hurting other humans for greed, power, hatred and a lack of compassion for our fellow human beings.  It always comes back to our teaching positive traits and respect for others to the little ones.  Then they teach their little ones some day.

That is the plan. It is a good plan with only one flaw:  we teach more hatred than love. We live by violent means not kind, compassionate ones. Human beings provide a hell here on earth and then wonder why our children and grandchildren look at life with skepticism and disdain. We teach them of our disappointments and  our short comings. Then we wonder why the world is not what it was supposed to be.

Humans must evolve into a higher being, a being that we are meant to be. A being who lives in awareness of the Divine within. A being who would never bring harm to another for any reason. We are meant to soar. We are meant to fly with the angels. The song that fills the heart is meant to last for this entire life on this plane of existence. I think that we must care more, do more and spread more love and positive energy into the world. We need to act more and give lip service less…a lot less. Every one of us has a story. The story of our lives. Some are rich with love and compassion. Some of us have stories of struggle and survival. Some beings have stories  of despair, pain, darkness and yet they come through some way surrounded by light that they refused to give up.

What I am trying to say is that no one promised us a life of ease or monetary richness. We can and must take what we have found around us and we must fight the darkness and pain. We must use every available chance to heal ourselves…sometimes with a little help from our friends. We need to take the inner fear and pain and shake it off. Lift up your faces to the sun and be thankful for everything we have been given and pass all the blessings down to the next generation. Teach our children to triumph and to keep their hearts full of love and their determination to improve the world something that they just work to do every day.

This is a remote control helium filled Nemo.

                                                                              The joy of childhood. Being in motion with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair.

One world, Many hearts beating as one. Love to all.