Blessings
The start of the year seemed like a good time to revisit Blessings. What’s important? Who’s important? All the big questions sneak up on us this time of year.
The start of the year seemed like a good time to revisit Blessings. What’s important? Who’s important? All the big questions sneak up on us this time of year.
Where do we go when our minds go off…? This is written about a recent occurrence when I seemed to fade away, almost fall asleep while awake. Very frightening–especially for the friend who took care of me.
Well, an inventory of Big Words has to mention Friendship, doesn’t it? It’s a word that gets richer for me.I’m grateful for wonderful friends.
I visited the Balinese Garden in July to catch up with friends, the sun, my own heart. There’s a repression and a liberation to the order that others impose.
It seems like a common word until it starts to describe your life.
When it’s hard to stand up, sometimes the asphalt can help. I found that my town was there to support me in some wet, green, slippery, nice sort-of way. It’s a sweet town
I get by with a little help from my imaginary friends.
My Father always presides at the Passover Seder in my head. He would remind us that this is our annual opportunity to leave the petty slaveries we create or allow behind us and to be and live our best—a good lesson, whatever your tradition. On Passover we tell the story of the 4 generations of children– the wise, the wicked, the simple and the ignorant–and how to pass along our heritage to each of them. We can usually find a piece of our self in each story.
OK we can skip the Streisand. What about hanging on for twenty, thirty years. That counts for something, doesn’t it? In a small community we’re all part of the backdrop. Sometimes wonderful; usually underappreciated.