Which book cover?

Email me your fave at janicemacleod@gmail.com

I can’t make decisions easily these days. I’m sure you feel the same. The turmoil. The images on TV. The astounding decisions other people make.

Fury.

Fury at all the decision makers making astounding decisions. How did it get to this point? 

I don’t even want to take my kid to the grocery store because it’s a pain.

Then I see people carrying kids and heavy bags across a country, crying with bandages on their heads. Home gone, job gone, all the things left behind. Including spouses.

The luxury of crying in front of the TV.

How lucky we are to get to break down in our warm houses full of food and water and clean things.

Look at us, lucky ducks.

It’s hard to complete tasks these days. We get muddled. Grief makes us silent. The words get stuck in our throats.

I’ve been feeling the need for a spiritual reset. So I’ve been creating guided journals and designing book covers. Pictures seem to come more easily these days, but decisions don’t. Please choose a cover for me. See above. Email me at janicemacleod@gmail.com or reply to this message depending on how you are reading my latest “malaisy” post. The Spiritual Retreat at Home guided workbook will come out soon. Just waiting on you to choose a cover. Join my mailing list to get details on the release date. 

Speaking of my mailing list, at some point in the last few months, the subscription button on my blog stopped working. Great. Another thing to get ruffled about, but instead of spending the day trying to fix it, I just created another route. Voila. Done. Well enough.

They say, be the change. 

I don’t know about that. Sure feels hard to change big things. But most of us are not able to hop on a plane and hand out soup at the Polish border either. So we sit and do what we are meant to do.

The world is a big bummer these days.

Recently, CBC wrote an article about optimism vs pessimism during the pandemic.

They interviewed ME as the optimist. HA! Oh three weeks ago when we were seeing glimmers of hope on the horizon. The good ol’ days. Not that I feel much like an optimist these days. I’m sure you can relate.

But I planted a few seeds and set the trays in the windowsills. This morning my daughter filled a water bottle and watered them. She didn’t ask permission or how. She just decided it would be a good idea and found what worked. She also suggested we plant a lot of sunflowers this summer.

Humanity. The brilliance of humanity.

Let it win.