Well, here you are and thank you for stopping by. Perhaps you’ve popped in as part of the April blog hop that is the A – Z Challenge where bleary-eyed bloggers everywhere are working their way through the alphabet one day at a time during the month of April. It’s tiring, brain-stretching, challenging and wonderful all wrapped into a new emotion called … um … watch this space it’ll come to me … Until it does let me tell you about my posts thus far this month.
Early in the piece, in fact in the middle of last month even, some bloggers had their editorial calendars stacked full of posts already scheduled for remote release into the blogosphere. Too organised for me but I’m the first to give them a round of applause for commitment and focus. have a hard time maintaining focus for long especially if the blogging muse has gone walk about which doesn’t seem to happen as often to others as it does around here. He (the blogging muse with ADHD) often struts with purpose, has something on his mind and we go with the flow.
Generally we have this collaborative thing happening. When we’re in synch we enjoy researching different aspects of my work with the parents of children under the age of 12, where parental substance abuse has affected their ability to parent appropriately. The muse and I have posted about foster care, injecting users, compassion, addiction and other interesting stuff elsewhere on this blog. However at other times he’s decidedly off colour and acting out in ways that require medication (or maybe it’s because he’s well … male). He probably deserves a name; happy for suggestions.
Tonight the muse is AWOL. Did he ask to go walkabout? No! So I’m wringing my hands that are crimped around a cold cup of tea and wondering what to do with the letter K. While the theme for the month is fairly broad the context is within that of Social Justice and how it may relate to my work as an alcohol and other drug counsellor. So here’s my offering for K. Short and sweet because sometimes others say it so much better than we do.
Thank you Mr Gibran – you’re a sweetie!
The smallest act of kindness
is worth more than
the greatest intention