Being a Storyteller on Medium: Being a Caregiver – my latest article that also spun into the latest podcast. Continuing with my ongoing series of behind the scenes of my articles.
Link to the article on Medium: Taking Care of Your Aging Parents Isn’t For the Faint of Heart
I truly believe that the Universe sends signs to all of us all the time, every single day. Whether or not we receive its messages depends if we’re intuitively aware and open to these signs.
We could be having a bad day and that foulness could cloud our senses from the messages that could literally be right in front of our faces. We could very easily miss these signs because of a variety of reasons.
As for the latest topic that lead to both an article on Medium and the latest podcast, the sign was always right there, staring me in the face all this time. I’ve wrote about it, I’ve spoke about it but it seems that it wanted to be repeated once more.
Why Be Their Caregiver?
Someone recently told me that what I’m doing, being a caregiver, for Zen Master and Zen Mum was uncommon. Taking care of them because people nowadays don’t have the inclination or ability to do it. For all sorts of reasons. But for me, she said, the reason could be because I’m Chinese.
Which got me pondering, because I’ve never honestly considered that. It’s not like I go around and consciously make decisions based on my heritage and culture.
Because I’m Chinese, I act in this way. Because I’m Chinese, I believe in this way.
Now that’s a brain teaser, which I tried to puzzle through on Medium.
I’ve always thought I’m living, believing and doing things just because. Just because Sally feels like this, because Sally wants this or believes this.
Does It Always Have to Point to My Culture?
Now that’s a real point to ponder. Which again, led to the topic of my latest article and podcast. And ultimately, leading to this blog post with a conclusion to all my pondering that I did on the Medium article and through the podcast.
You know, sometimes I have to get hit on the head for me to notice the most obvious thing that’s sitting right in front of my face.
And it’s this: it really doesn’t matter if it’s because I’m Chinese or Zen Buddhist for my choosing to take care of Zen Master and Zen Mum.
That all that really, truly matters to me is that I want to and that I love my parents. And it makes me happy when they’re happy and healthy.
Enough said. On to the next!
Sally in the Zen
