There's always some sort of project going on with me, and I've created a new one. The last one was the solo, which interestingly enough, seems to not have been forgotten yet. I've had two people in the last couple of weeks bring it up to me. One saying how he enjoyed it, and the other coming up to me and asking me, "How is my favorite soloist today?" Yep, not forgotten.
Speaking of forgotten, that's part of my inspiration to my new project. We'll see what I can do with it. There have been reminders lately that there are a lot of my neighbors in need of being remembered in prayers and in service. I've been having a lot of feeling arise lately that are more on the melancholy side. I tend to go a little melancholy sometimes, and I've been trying to get out of that mode by trying to get myself out on walks and doing other things to help me perk my mood up--walks always have that effect on me. It dawned on me the other day that perhaps these feelings aren't so useless, because what I'm experiencing may be similar to what these neighbors are feeling. We've had a lot of deaths within the past few years, so there are some who are likely lonely.
I was thinking about Valentine's Day, and remembering on particular memory where I was watching people picking up red roses for their loved ones. It put me in a melancholic mood, because I was never given a red rose, nor will I ever be given one. It dawned on me that there were some neighbors who weren't going to receive a red rose or any valentine from their loved ones this year, so I decided that for this year, I was going to send a valentine to those who won't get one either. Roses aren't my forte, but I can write, so I'm drawing up a poem for them with hopefully a small personal note. Not everyone is like me, but in my experience, what I get isn't as important as it is that someone thought about me, and made an effort to reach out. That's a bit of what I'm thinking about doing anyway. I think I've got a poem figured out now, but I'm going to have to figure out the rest of what I need to do.
Even if I only manage to get it out to a few, I hope it will count, but the plan is to at least reach out to those who have lost their "valentine" for this year.
But life goes on, and we must carry on the best we can.
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| Flowers delivered to me once while at work. I still think the sender (a name I didn't recognize) got my name confused with someone else, but my coworkers insisted on giving it to me. |
