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Monday, November 28, 2016
Gratitude - Day 2
(1)As I look out my window right now I see a fishing boat heading out to sea. I think: incredible I get to live here, looking out at the bay, watching boats, hearing birds, being in this moment.
(2) A long time friend from Ontario called in distress last night. I believe that the only one who understands another's pain is someone who has lived through similar. Hers involved familial abuse and I've certainly lived through that in many of its forms particularly the shunning and back stabbing coming out of left field. So I could commiserate and share what I had done to rid myself of the ka-kas. Not that the scars leave but they heal over and we move on and then only go to where we are valued and respected. We had over 3 hours of chat and I am grateful she reached out and even more grateful I could revisit my own times of (looking back)painful turmoil and surviving it. It does pass, although never forgotten, but the hurts we endure can help someone else when malice strikes out of nowhere.
(3)Daughter left a message saying she had booked brunch next Sunday. She has been working so hard and I am so happy she plans time with her mother on her precious days off.
(4) My fire. I took joy in the faces around it yesterday when we had that meeting concerning my young friend and her intolerable living conditions. A fire adds to comfort and ease, brings us back to the basics of hewing wood and carrying water. A great meeting. My friend said, through tears: I never imagined I could have a caring family like this. Tears all around. And action plan initiated.
(5) Staying where my hands are. Not getting riled up on the political scene. Anywhere. Backing off.
All is well.
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"Not getting riled up on the political scene. Anywhere. Backing off."
ReplyDeleteMakes it easier to navigate troubled water.
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So much vileness happening. The intolerance pot is far too easily stirred.
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The way I look at it is, possibly 10 or so years left? They should be for me. They must, now, be for me.
ReplyDeleteWWW if you need a house sitter next time you go across the pond to home, I would love to be considered. It would be such a holiday. For now, I look for the ships at sea available to one who lives inland. :)
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I think less for me perhaps as I have some troubling health issues of a hereditary nature. Yes that would be a possibility Anon if I do go across the pibd Anon but rather slim in view of aforementioned health.
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Forgive the super size me digits on the itty bitty keyboard.
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We can dream. Travels, good years, health: it's all relative. Amazing what the mind can do. I think women have always had to find the dream, with so many sex based strictures on the actual.
DeleteHo very true Anon, the rich eternal lives of women right in the jaws of patriarchy, so to speak.
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In the U.S. we are all getting more active, whether we realize it or not. There are so many threats to so many groups of people and the institutions that support us that it's forcing activism on us.
ReplyDeleteOh you've cheered me up no end Hattie. So very good to hear. I hope the youth are involved. Us old codgers are getting beyond outright anarchy.
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I hope you enjoy brunch with daughter...
ReplyDeleteOh I will, I think others are joining us, all the more fun.
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I agree, there's no one you can share with better than "someone who has lived through similar." I used to like to sit around the fire; but not anymore.
ReplyDeleteWhy not the fire Tom? I suppose you don't have one. I'll probably be fireless in my future. I'll miss it.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoK-0j10Jo0
ReplyDeleteI still recall the pleasure of our first fireplace after wed -- roasting chestnuts as described in one of my favored songs, snow outside the picture window. Years later now, in Southern California, we sometimes have limits on burning wood due to air pollution. Some age memories in a southern state less romantically attractive than a fireplace -- glad to personally not have to manually cut down huge pine trees, crosscut cut saw with another into logs, then split for firewood furnace for heat thru my teen school years.
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