I left the town I grew up in when I was eighteen. My goal was to retire and give back to the world what I got out of it while growing up. I’d planned to work in an orphanage in Mexico. Then I came back to take care of a dying sibling and realized there was no place in more need of giving back that this depressed area of Appalachia that has gone to the dogs since my youth.
I call it the “Boro”, not because it is now full of jackass politicians, drug addicts, drug dealers and reprobates (which it is), but because it is an endearing term to describe the quaint village of my youth. I hope to make a bit of difference in my remaining years but the work needed in epic.
However, I’ve been gifted with a modicum of intelligence and business sense (thank you Dad) and I plan to use it to try to bore into the need of the many and make a small difference. That is all any of us can do really.
I encourage each of you to use your given gifts to make a difference in the crazy world wherever you live. The needs are obvious everywhere. Wake up each day and pick one thing to make a difference. Even if it is a prayer for Peace on Earth. There is something we can do everyday.
I leave you with love and light and a prayer that you will be energized to make a difference in your world today. The Crones love you wherever you are in the world.
Namaste, The Queen Cronista