In a fishbowl, we are

glug, glug

drowning in our own dirty water. unchanged. in need of clarity.

there seems to be “nowhere to run, nowhere to hide”.                                                  anymore.

we are at the mercy of intrusive onlookers, videobloggers, critics, judgers…no one is given a pass.                                                                                                                            anymore.

we are subject to abject criticism. we are exposed. and not necessarily truthfully.    we are not allowed privacy.                                                                                                        anymore.

well, I say NO mOrE.                                                                                                              anymore.

 

grAce

I have served a community of individuals for the last 26 years in the art of developing grace. A word associated with ballerinas and dance. A word associated with sensitivity and forgiveness. 

If it weren’t for grace, there might not be an option to err and recover from our own flaws and missteps.

Surviving the fallout from our mistakes requires grace. But, it also requires grace received from those who are the recipients of our blunders.

As fallible humans, it is essential to be allowed to err and accept those who err.

With grace. 

It is painful to be discredited for our faults and oversights. 

What is that that Matthew said?  Judge not lest ye be judged…? Just saying….

 

 

IT’S BLOGGING TIME!!!!!

So much to say…

First, I had a great revelation at the dishwasher. All of the years that we as parents dread emptying the dishwasher suddenly became an enormous void for me.

As I gazed upon the FULL dishwasher, thinking that I will not be emptying so many drinking glasses or dishes in the present or future, I was struck by the reality that I would soon be an “empty nester” ….I really, really despise that term. I DO have a  dog and 2 cats after all…geez…

LIVE. live in the present. ENJOY. enjoy each and every moment. LOVE. love it all – even those moments that appear for all unimaginable reasons to be unloveable. EMBRACE. embrace the now…the people…the moments…it all….

and, that’s all…but again, it’s everything…as I MAY have mentioned before…take heed.

Fur the love of god!

By now, if you read my last post, you’d realize that my mother is an angel. And as such, this angel is also a queen. The queen of almost everything. And as the queen of everything, she possesses this quality that allows her to do just about anything she likes with absolutely no repercussions. EVERYONE who meets her, LOVES her. She is almost 90, but somehow manages to solicit dates from men my age, and received yet another proposal on NYE from a man 30 years her junior.

We speak by phone every day. This is mandatory. And each day she usually tells me something I already know, but nonetheless, I enjoy it since she tells most stories with great panache. So, today, it goes like this…”I needed the garbage cans brought back to the house (yes, she does this and many other things, which I believe keeps her so young and vibrant!), and it was so cold I just threw on my mink coat.” My response was “Did you remember to wear your pearls?”….”I would have if I’d thought of it!” she replied…I laughed so hard because I almost think that she meant it!

Her propriety is not only revered but expected by all who are deemed worthy of her presence. As Lucy said in “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown”….

“Nobody should be kept from being a queen if she wants to be one. It’s usually just a matter of knowing the right people.. ..well…. if I can’t be a queen, then I’ll be very rich then I will buy myself a queendom. Yes, I will buy myself a queendom and then I’ll kick out the old queen and take over the whole operation myself. I will be head queen.”

And that’s that.