It seems we are in an era of carelessness, lots of mistakes being made. Is it because of self and mass preoccupation? No sure. When I was racing automobiles many years ago (or was it motorcycles?) I told my Mother that my middle name was Careful, so she wouldn't worry & be preoccupied with my safety. Julia did not think it funny, but did seem to backoff on being upset and critical.
Reading the amazing book by Bell Hooks on love ("All about Love; New Visions") she makes a valuable distinction about the differences between care and love. Seems that a lot of caregiving is called loving, but does not really go there; eg. cared for but not loved. I think part of my problem is that I am a much easier caregiver than a lover. Too bad. I do like to care for people, and be cared for. Love goes another way, and I have been uneasy there.
Carelessness is indicative of neglect, of a lack of attention to details, which the "devil is in..." Carelessness is the turning away at the crucial moment, when something might be saved, or healed. To be careful may be too cautious to apply care when it is timely needed, "timing is everything." My hope is to love and be loved more in the years I have left. But it may take some work, OK? & caregiving will continue too.
Monday, June 28, 2010
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