A Bit of Randomness
Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. --Diane Arbus
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Catching Up (Yet Again)
I often wear a spiral pendant on a chain around my neck.
When I was a wee small child, trauma/drama happened. I was sent to an amazing school to better enable me and my family to process/deal/recover/move on/whatever. Reflecting on my time there, and the people I met and the things that I learned and did, still brings a smile to my face and a sense of peace to my soul. As I mentioned, I was quite young - pre reading and writing. Therefore, the children all used symbols to identify their possessions and space. My symbol was a snail - depicted on all things mine as a spiral. Much of what occurred at that point in my life is what defines me as me. Those of you who have been to my home may recall seeing snail figurines scattered about. Those of you who have been to my heart may recall that I identify strongly with anything spiral.
My life has been somewhat cyclical. The same things I dealt with at 5, 15 and 25 are the same things I am dealing with now. Themes run through my life - both welcome and unwelcome. There have been many a time when I just wished I could learn a lesson and move on "forever". But the Universe and I both know that's not going to happen.
In The First: my friends are coming home. People that I have held close are once again returning to me both in a physical and a virtual sense. I am elated. This round started in December when one of my dearest friends moved back to the area (hell, I can see her house from here!!) and a friendship from high school revived. There are even more happy situations similar to these that have caused me to once again realize that I am truly blessed with an extended family.
In The Second: though not the most practicing of Jews (what an understatement!), I have fiercely maintained my identity through the years. But I always let some stupid excuse prevent me from fully embracing my heritage and living my beliefs. Sure, I dabbled with Seders on the Sabbath a few years ago and I've dragged a very patient Pixie to a few services, but it wasn't until last weekend that my daughter saw the inside of a synagogue. And this was finally brought about by a wonderful case of kismet (yes, Ms. Tea Rose, I DID use that word!!): on the same day a flyer arrived, I received a phone call from my friend TSF (a very, very, very, very, very reluctant Jew up to this point) telling me that there was a course coming up regarding being Jewish on Cleveland's West Side (what the flyer was also notifying me about).
As this topic was of HUGE interest to me (and would give me a chance to finally meet the Rabbi of the synagogue on this side of town) I jumped at the chance to attend (and it would let me and TSF to spend more time together to boot. Whoo hoo!). And while the course hasn't been exactly what I was looking for, it has enabled me to meet a much larger portion of the congregation than I had previously known. As in previous experiences, everyone has been unbelievably warm and inviting and I finally feel that I may have found my religious home. TSF and I will be attending services again this weekend (or, really for the first time as the during the first attempt Dylan was much more interested in climbing stairs than hanging out where the actual action was. Needless to say, she'll be at home with Da Da this weekend...).
In The Third: once again I'm dealing with pain and such in my back and kidney regions. But this time, it's from a new and exciting reason - a car accident. Last week, I dragged Pixie out shoe shopping (see! I knew there MANY reasons why I hate to do that) and we got rear ended on the way to the mall. The 17 year old that hit us (I really did feel so badly for her. She was just a mess. But, then, should she *really* have bent down to pick up the dropped cell phone while driving??? I didn't think so) has wonderful insurance and so things are being taken care of in a swift and lovely manner. But Pixie and I are still not happy campers. I've had one bout of X Rays (gosh I love the ER at 3:00am) and one round of physical therapy. Tomorrow is my follow up with my doctor so I can find out what's what.
In The Fourth: ...um...there's something, I just know it... Ah well...
But, I believe I have caught up a smidge. I thank you all for your, ahem, patience (and nudges, Ms. Raven [who should know that said drunken phone call occurred the day after the accident and just after I had taken a fun pill. Regardless, I should have called you back. And I am sorry...]and AKS). I vow to be better at posting.
Really.
:^)
Oh yeah - confidential to GOTWM: I love you very very very much and though the Thing That Shall Not Be Named is occurring, know that everything I can cross is and will remain so. Which should make day to day living quit creative, indeed.
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Just Read:
~A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas
~No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
~Knitting by Anne Bartlett
~Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon
~Cross Dressing by Bill Fitzhugh
~Radio Activity by Bill Fitzhugh
~How to be Lost by Amanda Eyre Ward
~The Truth by Terry Pratchett
~Small Gods by Terry Pratchett
~Going Postal by Terry Pratchett (notice a theme here???)
~When Madeline Was Young by Jane Hamilton
Reading:
~Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral by Kris Radish
~The Mystic Foundation by Christopher Penczak (really, I'm going to finish it one of these days...)
~Soul Music by Terry Pratchett
Going to Read:
~Blessings by Anna Quindlen
~You Suck by Christopher Moore
When I was a wee small child, trauma/drama happened. I was sent to an amazing school to better enable me and my family to process/deal/recover/move on/whatever. Reflecting on my time there, and the people I met and the things that I learned and did, still brings a smile to my face and a sense of peace to my soul. As I mentioned, I was quite young - pre reading and writing. Therefore, the children all used symbols to identify their possessions and space. My symbol was a snail - depicted on all things mine as a spiral. Much of what occurred at that point in my life is what defines me as me. Those of you who have been to my home may recall seeing snail figurines scattered about. Those of you who have been to my heart may recall that I identify strongly with anything spiral.
My life has been somewhat cyclical. The same things I dealt with at 5, 15 and 25 are the same things I am dealing with now. Themes run through my life - both welcome and unwelcome. There have been many a time when I just wished I could learn a lesson and move on "forever". But the Universe and I both know that's not going to happen.
In The First: my friends are coming home. People that I have held close are once again returning to me both in a physical and a virtual sense. I am elated. This round started in December when one of my dearest friends moved back to the area (hell, I can see her house from here!!) and a friendship from high school revived. There are even more happy situations similar to these that have caused me to once again realize that I am truly blessed with an extended family.
In The Second: though not the most practicing of Jews (what an understatement!), I have fiercely maintained my identity through the years. But I always let some stupid excuse prevent me from fully embracing my heritage and living my beliefs. Sure, I dabbled with Seders on the Sabbath a few years ago and I've dragged a very patient Pixie to a few services, but it wasn't until last weekend that my daughter saw the inside of a synagogue. And this was finally brought about by a wonderful case of kismet (yes, Ms. Tea Rose, I DID use that word!!): on the same day a flyer arrived, I received a phone call from my friend TSF (a very, very, very, very, very reluctant Jew up to this point) telling me that there was a course coming up regarding being Jewish on Cleveland's West Side (what the flyer was also notifying me about).
As this topic was of HUGE interest to me (and would give me a chance to finally meet the Rabbi of the synagogue on this side of town) I jumped at the chance to attend (and it would let me and TSF to spend more time together to boot. Whoo hoo!). And while the course hasn't been exactly what I was looking for, it has enabled me to meet a much larger portion of the congregation than I had previously known. As in previous experiences, everyone has been unbelievably warm and inviting and I finally feel that I may have found my religious home. TSF and I will be attending services again this weekend (or, really for the first time as the during the first attempt Dylan was much more interested in climbing stairs than hanging out where the actual action was. Needless to say, she'll be at home with Da Da this weekend...).
In The Third: once again I'm dealing with pain and such in my back and kidney regions. But this time, it's from a new and exciting reason - a car accident. Last week, I dragged Pixie out shoe shopping (see! I knew there MANY reasons why I hate to do that) and we got rear ended on the way to the mall. The 17 year old that hit us (I really did feel so badly for her. She was just a mess. But, then, should she *really* have bent down to pick up the dropped cell phone while driving??? I didn't think so) has wonderful insurance and so things are being taken care of in a swift and lovely manner. But Pixie and I are still not happy campers. I've had one bout of X Rays (gosh I love the ER at 3:00am) and one round of physical therapy. Tomorrow is my follow up with my doctor so I can find out what's what.
In The Fourth: ...um...there's something, I just know it... Ah well...
But, I believe I have caught up a smidge. I thank you all for your, ahem, patience (and nudges, Ms. Raven [who should know that said drunken phone call occurred the day after the accident and just after I had taken a fun pill. Regardless, I should have called you back. And I am sorry...]and AKS). I vow to be better at posting.
Really.
:^)
Oh yeah - confidential to GOTWM: I love you very very very much and though the Thing That Shall Not Be Named is occurring, know that everything I can cross is and will remain so. Which should make day to day living quit creative, indeed.
***************************
Just Read:
~A Child's Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas
~No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
~Knitting by Anne Bartlett
~Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon
~Cross Dressing by Bill Fitzhugh
~Radio Activity by Bill Fitzhugh
~How to be Lost by Amanda Eyre Ward
~The Truth by Terry Pratchett
~Small Gods by Terry Pratchett
~Going Postal by Terry Pratchett (notice a theme here???)
~When Madeline Was Young by Jane Hamilton
Reading:
~Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral by Kris Radish
~The Mystic Foundation by Christopher Penczak (really, I'm going to finish it one of these days...)
~Soul Music by Terry Pratchett
Going to Read:
~Blessings by Anna Quindlen
~You Suck by Christopher Moore
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