Thursday, September 24, 2009

June Comes Home Tomorrow

My beloved June finally comes home tomorrow for a few days. I can't tell anyone how very much I have missed her. Talking to her on the phone just isn't the same as getting to see her and for me, the pleasure of getting to tuck her in. I know at her age, I shouldn't be tucking her in, yet I love this child so very much, that I can't give it up. She'll fly out of here next week, and I won't see her again until late December. I'll cry a lot, but I know she will always find her way home.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A Sad Day

It is indeed a sad day. Mary Travers of Peter, Paul and Mary fame passed away today. The world has become a little dimmer with her loss. Her belief that war was bad as were bombs and starving people, were watchwords of many protests of our generation. Her music was innocent, and her album Peter, Paul and Mommy was one of the greatest hits and a winner of a Grammy award. I, for one, will miss her voice and music as well as her wisdom to avoid war and to help each other. What better advice could she leave for generations to come.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Amanda

Today, my niece Amanda will be made totally radioactive in and effort to stop thyroid cancer which has now spread to the lymph nodes on both sides of her body. I can think of no more horrifying experience for a 16 year old than to face this. I pray for her safety and recovery.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Is it right to hide the truth?

Tonight my daughter, in a kind way, told me I was wrong for not letting her in on information about my finances. A few weeks ago, my daughter withheld information from me that she was leaving her job and moving a thousand miles (give or take a few hundred) away. Which all begs the question, "When is it ok to hide the truth?" Is it when it won't hurt the other person, or is it whenever you think it's ok, or just when is it? I felt badly that I kept information from her, but I didn't want to worry her. Now I find myself wondering if that was right. But---was her keeping information from me right? Do two wrongs really make a right? As I approach Yom Kippur and I start to search my beliefs for truths, this will be one of the things I will be examining to see if I have done right or wrong.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Surprises

Life never seems to stop holding surprises for me. Some parts of my life I have kept very private, not because of myself, but because in making them public it could hurt other people. Tonight, a friend posted a question about an organization that I help that absolutely knocked the wind out of my sails. It was a question about an organization that helps battered women. I keep it a low profile so that none can get hurt through my association with them. How she found out is beyond me. I read every line on my web site, and every line on my blog. I can't find any reference to it anywhere. It frightens me not for myself, as my family sees to my protection, but more so because it could put other women in jeopardy, something I would never want to do. Battered women are so very vulnerable, and we must always be so very careful about letting out any information about where they are being kept or helped.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

The Mikvah

Tomorrow I go to the Mikvah for a ceremony about the abortion I had to endure. The mikvah is supposed to be about closure of a horrible event in my life - yet I have a terrible fear - a fear that it may just open a festering wound that I have tried so hard to ignore. The choice was made, One of the hardest of my life. Bless me as I go forth. Help me face the guilt I feel so that I may not run away from the truth. Empower me to own the fear in my heart that I may have compassion for others who share my pain. Bless all who support me with the strength of their love.

This I Believe

I'm trying so very hard to improve myself. As I get older, I find new meanings in old writings of life. This one was written by Goethe. I think it is so very powerful.

One should, each day, try to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it is possible, speak a few reasonable words.