(In)security

What does it mean to be feel secure? Security can mean active protection but also encompasses food and shelter. Emotional and physical security. Health. To be secure in one’s self. In choices decisions life perspective. To offer and provide a secure environment for others. To secure one’s future or a position. To be fixed tethered anchored rooted. A state of mind and being.

(To be or receive a cure for any all possible harm or damage?)

We refer to our selves and our people as feeling secure (or not). As having the strength and stamina to withstand hardships challenges. To weather storms. To be safe from harm.

Physical security in the sense of having a home or permanent shelter and food. Feeling safe. Healthy. All of this can lead to, be a part of emotional security. Or not.

When we are asked to stay in our homes. To protect others. To be part of a solution to ensure physical security safety for others. My mind turns to those who do not have the luxury of a safe physical space. Or good health. Safety equipment.

I think about the emotional insecurity others live with every day.

(We perhaps all have some experience with this. You may get over, process, move past issues problems assaults, both physical and mental. You may rebuild regrow transform into something more beautiful. Or you may be torn apart asunder devastation)

Financial (in)security is looming with a largesse reserved for evil moments of doom death despair in our collective past.

And yet, most of us try to piece together our daily lives in our homes. Try to create a sense of normalcy. Try to reach within and without to provide help assistance to others more in need. Make contact via some form of technology to showcase and preserve our humanity. Our sanity.

Physical, emotional, financial, spiritual security all being tested assessed evaluated. Gaping holes found in leaders providers systems we falsely assumed un-collapsible.

During these moments of elucidation hallucination (in)validation. We need to find something that is good.

I look for any good decent stories or funny quips shared. I look for light-hearted fillers.

And this morning, while starting to clean the bathroom. I found something which made me smile. And I wanted to share.

For we have a new foster dog. Who has not yet been posted for lots of reasons. But mainly because we need to evaluate him to determine his perfect situation solution.

And he needs a massive haircut. He has eyes but truly cannot see out of them at the moment.

He has been my side piece. My arm candy. My bestie since arrival.

He sleeps on the floor next to our bed. He occasionally has just recently tried started jumping onto our bed. I make him get down because. He smells really bad. Again, he needs to be groomed bathed cut trimmed whatever they can do to make him look and smell and see and feel better.

When he first arrived, as they all do, he felt unsure. Insecure. He was perfectly fine with each of our dogs and cats. But he was excited to meet the girls. That’s when I thought he lived or spent considerable time with kids at some point. He is also glued to me but happy to interact with others. Meaning he had a mom. And he lost his people. So he wants to remain close by. Hence the sleeping in our room.

It usually takes about two weeks for personalities to emerge. Although we have experienced a range. And some of our fosters. Those who have been pulled from more damaging difficult physically and emotionally insecure abusive scarring situations. Take much longer. The hope. Always. Is that enough love patience and training will eventually yield positive results. And we have witnessed some amazingly beautiful touching overwhelmingly incredible life-changing transformations.

So. This morning. To have this guy who truly cannot see. Find a ball and bring it to me. Wait at the bathroom door for me to play. Want to play. Try to find the ball on the floor because he cannot properly catch it or locate it by sight but must run his nose along the floor to smell feel find it. The one who looks like a Snuffleupagus.

To see witness be a part of observing living this step, forward progress, into feeling secure loved wanted a part of a family.

This is one of my why’s. This helps me turn away from all that makes me feel absolutely lousy. And for a moment. Know that life is beautiful. And hope that there will always be kind people in the world. To help assist promote encourage enable security. For those who are most vulnerable.

Find a way. Your way. To be part of the any solution. Be kind. And grateful for the security you have. As well as whatever you are able to provide give grow in others. Food banks are a top priority for me giving in our current climate. And please keep paying people who provide you services throughout the year. They need your support.

I have zero medical equipment and did not hoard anything prior to this event. But I always have dog food. And cat food. And coke zero. Let me know if you need some.

(Photo of our foster dog, “Elmo”)