tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57962304587413371512024-03-05T01:55:34.065-05:00Now the Heart Sings..........Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.comBlogger267125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-53703480930967087772011-12-07T02:06:00.001-05:002011-12-07T02:06:46.511-05:00Now the Heart Sings in a different placeI have moved my blog to wordpress.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-48630046533410854952011-11-10T02:58:00.001-05:002011-11-10T02:58:25.394-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ATLAN - DUN DO SHUIL (Close Your Eyes).......Hauntingly beautiful, mood music.....<br />
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TRANSLATION<br /><br />Close your eyes, machree<br />My worldly joy, my treasure<br />Close your eyes, machree<br />And you will get a present tomorrow<br /><br />Your dad is coming from the hills<br />With game and grouse in plenty<br />So close your eyes, my love, my joy<br />And you will get a present tomorrow<br /><br />Close your eyes, machree<br />My worldly joy, my treasure<br />Close your eyes, machree<br />And you will get a present tomorrow<br /><br />The summer sun shines bright and warm<br />And potato stalks grow greener<br />A bracing breeze blows from the south<br />And we will have fish tomorrow<br /><br />Close your eyes, machree<br />My worldly joy, my treasure<br />Close your eyes, machree<br />And you will get a present tomorrowMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-27673125946407162472011-11-08T08:39:00.001-05:002011-11-08T08:39:19.305-05:00Now the heart singsLove is the song that the heart sings.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-28948290890479528742011-10-28T04:07:00.000-04:002011-10-28T09:25:29.572-04:00Thoughts on a foggy morningWhen I was young, I liked to say, "I was born old, and I just keep getting younger." As I have gotten older, that has changed to "Getting older beats the alternative." Cliche, yes, but cliches are cliches for a reason: because they are true. Right?<br />
Anyway: getting older. One thing is for sure: I have always, always thought of myself as a late bloomer. In that sense, I have yet to come into my own. It may not look like it, but to me it seems like I just stumble blindly through life. Maybe a lot of people feel that way. What does it feel like to have a strong sense of purpose? Am I meant to have one, or is this life more about something else entirely? Is a life without a strong, defined purpose just a wasted life? Have I wasted a lot of my life in selfish pursuits, or worse, lethargy and procrastination? What's the sense in getting older if you don't also get wiser?<br />
When I was young, I was told that I was wise beyond my years. I guess I can't really claim that one anymore! Yet, as time passes, I see more and more how little I do know. Or maybe I just accept that there is a lot that I will never know. The vast majority of that is not stuff I feel a burning desire to know. I guess what I desire to know most of all is a sense of accomplishment. I judge myself most cruelly over this one. When I look at my life, my accomplishments are....nebulous. Is practicing virtue really an accomplishment? Whom does it help? Is helping only a few people really enough? If no one knows about it, is it still good? Here is another of my favorite sayings: "Goodness is its own reward." Yeah, my kids just love that one. I say it because I truly mean it. But going deeper, is the reward what any of us is really always after? I suppose so, if you believe the pleasure principle. So you don't have to look it up, the pleasure principle is the psychoanalytical concept that people seek pleasure and avoid pain, in seeking to satisfy their biological and psychological needs. The mark of maturity is the ability to delay gratification. If that is true, then I am sooooooo mature! :-)<br />
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<br />Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-89844992695203027172011-10-25T04:36:00.000-04:002011-10-25T04:36:25.871-04:00Healing ThoughtsWhat inspires me to write can sometimes be something I have read, or sometimes it comes from what I am going through in my life. At times, the topic and, in fact, nearly everything I have to say about it, comes tumbling out effortlessly, and the post is finished before I know it. More often, the ideas roil around in my mind for days, even weeks, before they spring forth into written words.<br />
I am not really sure if one way is better than the other. I do know that when I sit and the words flow easily, it doesn't feel like an effort at all. Rather, it feels like a relief to get the thoughts out! Honestly, I think the best posts are like that. I don't really overthink, I just write whatever comes to mind. Even though the thoughts may have been forming for a while, they appear to me to be spontaneous, not planned.<br />
Bearing that in mind, this morning I read: It is the way of the miracle worker to always see all human behavior as one of two things: love, or a call for love.<br />
Now, I have heard this before. It is actually a guiding principle of my life. (On a side note, I find it curious that I place so much importance on aspiring to live up to my ideals. Funny that I have somehow made it my life's purpose. More to think on that idea. ) So: anything that comes up is either love, or a call for love. How many see the latter more than the former, raise your hands? This is only an indication of how much healing is needed in the world. For those who live to heal, this is not necessarily an issue. The fact of the need for healing is a given. Where healers must be vigilant is in identifying too closely with the call for love. What that means to me is: don't get sucked up into the drama. The price we pay for this is a sense of standing apart, or of being alone. This, when occurring often and to great measure, can drain one's energy. It's important to refuel, of course. But it is also good to be assured that this is all part of the healing process. Healers are also purifiers of energy. It's not meant to be a martyrdom thing. It's simply part of the healing process. It's almost like the old saying: it's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.<br />
When the whole world is healed, then healers will sit back and say: see? It wasn't so hard. Yes, we have a long row to hoe until then. It's important to stand up now and then, stretch and turn towards the sun. It's good to dance a while, under the serious moonlight. It's nice to run away every so often, preferably somewhere that Nature is free and wild. All of these actions restore the soul to its equilibrium. Balance brings clarity. Clarity brings serenity. Serenity brings acceptance. Acceptance brings healing. Healing allows love to answer the call for love. <br />
P.S. We are all healers (or can be).Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-17527749912487700172011-10-20T02:05:00.000-04:002011-10-20T02:05:07.631-04:00The Road Not TakenWhen I go within to restore my self to sanity and peace, I have to be careful not to take the wrong turn, else I could end up in the seemingly bottomless pit of despair and dread. Fortunately, the path before me is lit. Now I only have to pay attention, and mind the gap!Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-1223482199980671562011-10-05T07:24:00.002-04:002011-10-05T08:22:01.711-04:00The Reed Flute's Song<span class="voicesbio">The Reed Flute's Song</span> <br />
by Jalalu'ddin Rumi, excerpted from Coleman Barks' translation in <i>The Essential Rumi</i><br />
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Listen to the story told by the reed, <br />
of being separated. <br />
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"Since I was cut from the reedbed, <br />
I have made this crying sound. <br />
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Anyone apart from someone he loves <br />
understands what I say. <br />
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Anyone pulled from a source <br />
longs to go back. <br />
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At any gathering I am there, <br />
mingling in the laughing and grieving, <br />
<br />
a friend to each, but few <br />
will hear the secrets hidden <br />
<br />
within the notes. No ears for that. <br />
Body flowing out of spirit, <br />
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spirit up from body: no concealing <br />
that mixing. But it's not given us <br />
<br />
to <i>see</i> the soul. The reed flute <br />
is fire, not wind. Be that empty." <br />
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Hear the love fire tangled <br />
in the reed notes, as bewilderment <br />
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melts into wine. The reed is a friend <br />
to all who want the fabric torn <br />
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and drawn away. The reed is hurt <br />
and salve combining. Intimacy <br />
<br />
and longing for intimacy, one <br />
song. A disastrous surrender <br />
<br />
and a fine love, together. The one <br />
who secretly hears this is senseless. <br />
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A tongue has one customer, the ear. <br />
A sugarcane flute has such effect <br />
<br />
because it was able to make sugar <br />
in the reedbed. The sound it makes <br />
<br />
is for everyone. Days full of wanting, <br />
let them go by without worrying <br />
<br />
that they do. Stay where you are <br />
inside such a pure, hollow note. <br />
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Every thirst gets satisfied except <br />
that of these fish, the mystics, <br />
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who swim a vast ocean of grace <br />
still somehow longing for it! <br />
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No one lives in that without <br />
being nourished every day. <br />
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But if someone doesn't want to hear <br />
the song of the reed flute, <br />
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it's best to cut conversation <br />
short, say good-bye, and leave.<br />
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Don't wonder why. Always move forward from the point at which you stand. Asking why constitutes resistance to the experience of your emotions in that situation. What you resist, continues to persist. If, for example, you are feeling anger or anxiety over your current circumstances, asking "why?" (or Heaven forbid, "why me?") only serves to dwell on the negative aspect. I recently read about the concept of "paddling upstream" (resisting the situation and its emotions) and "turning downstream" (accepting the situation as it is, allowing the emotions, and letting go of outcomes). Turning downstream, and, indeed, letting go of the oars, allows you to find the current, to rest in the ease of knowing you are in the hands of the Creator in any situation. This does certainly not mean giving over control of your life to another person, or to the circumstance. It does certainly mean accepting your part in it, if any. It does certainly mean accepting the validity of what you are feeling. It does certainly mean trusting that the (eventual) outcome is in some way contingent on your acceptance. To clarify: your attitude matters. Turning downstream does not absolve you of responsibility. Turning downstream does not mean you don't care about others. Turning downstream means you care most about learning from Life. Turning downstream means you are loving yourself, and being kind to yourself. What you resist will persist.<br />
The curious result of this acceptance is instantaneous relief. When you realize it is okay to feel what you are feeling, you immediately feel some measure of relief! I continue to be amazed by this. <br />
Yesterday morning, I was walking to my yoga class. It is about a half an hour walk, so there is plenty of time for ruminating. I was thinking about the above, as it's been rolling about in my mind for several days. I looked down, and saw a slip of paper on the ground. The words that jumped out at me were: SNAP. CHANGE. ENJOY. I loved it! It was like a little mantra that fit right in with the above ideas! All I need do is...SNAP: turn around, accept my circumstance, go with the flow (in 70's-speak). Then...CHANGE: my attitude changes as I see that what I am feeling is allowable, to myself most of all. My outlook changes as I stop resisting. I feel relief. Finally...ENJOY: actually see what I can learn from this, look forward to Life's mysteries unfolding, and know that no matter what I am safe in the Creator's hands.<br />
SNAP. CHANGE. ENJOY.<br />
(P.S. Later on, walking home from yoga class, I saw another, identical slip of paper on the ground. I could not help picking it up, especially since it was the second time seeing the same thing! I felt like it had to be some sort of sign! Turned out it was a promo for a new cigarette! Hahahaha! We take our messages wherever we may find them.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-28729077287498066572011-10-03T08:15:00.001-04:002011-10-03T08:27:17.063-04:00Milano Part IIHaving landed in my hotel near the Piazza Lima a wee bit later than expected, I decided to catch a rest instead of wandering around. The hotel room was tiny, but perfect for one. And it was quiet, too, because it overlooked a small courtyard.<br />
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The next morning after breakfast, B and I met up again. We decided to head straight to Castello Sforzesco, which is a castle that used to be the seat and residence of the Duchy of Milan, and one of the biggest citadels in Europe, and now houses several of the city's museums and art collections.<br />
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<h2></h2>Since we arrived so early, we had the place almost all to ourselves. What a surprise and delight to find room after room of paintings, sculptures and artefacts! One of their prize possessions is Michelangelo's Rondanini Pieta, which he was working on when he died in 1564.<br />
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B had read of a good bakery nearby, where we found a long queue in testimony to its popularity! But the service was fast, so we soon found ourselves wandering the streets while snacking on panzerotti (fried dough filled with tomato and mozzarella cheese, and in my case spinach, too).<br />
Suitably nourished, we spent the rest of the afternoon...shopping! We were in Milan, after all. I decided I needed a new handbag, but could not bring myself to spend mucho euro on a designer bag. Even though the prices were dirt cheap compared to Switzerland! I ended up buying a bag at Banana Republic! I also stopped in for a few items at Gap. After that, I laughed at myself for coming to Milan only to shop at American stores! Luckily for the credit card balance, I did not spend all that much money, really only buying a few things that were needed (like socks for Julia, a tee shirt for Daniel, etc.). It felt like a good healthy mix of indulgent and practical, the way a successful shopping trip should feel, in my opinion!<br />
Our feet were exhausted and we were both starting to wilt, so we went for a breather at our hotels. But not for long! We still had a bit more of Corso Buenos Aires to explore! We went as far as Sephora, where I bought a much needed new hairbrush, which I love. On the way back, we came upon an area of street vendors. I spied a vendor with food from Sicily. I dared to hope for, and then I saw tucked in the corner: the holy grail of pasta....malloreddus! This is a particular Sicilian pasta that is part of DH's favorite dish at his favorite restaurant in Connecticut...I always look for it, and was successful only two other times in memory! I was thrilled, and bought 2 bags of it. I would have bought more, but I knew I had no more room in my luggage - I had traveled light to prevent myself from buying too much.<br />
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After one more rest, we went to dinner. My hotel's concierge recommended a restaurant a nice stroll away, called Noblesse Oblige. It turned out to be quite pleasant, as the chef came out and helped us choose our meals. We felt welcome there, although our waiter was a bit, shall we say, elusive. At one point, he was away so long, he returned to apologize and admitted he had forgotten about us! At least he was honest. I had a delicious piece of swordfish, which was a real treat. We even splurged on dessert, panna cotta, a sweet ending to a lovely day.<br />
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Needless to say, the return train trip home the next day was not nearly so eventful (B and I traveled together this time). Although they did kick a bunch of us off the train in Rotkreuz, Switzerland, as they were running late, so they were not stopping in Zug (sound familiar?? I am on to these people now!!). It all had a happy ending, because the train we caught went to my town, too, so I didn't have to change again in Zug!<br />
A few short hours later, everyone was safely back home:<br />
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The morning of my departure, I was feeling pretty adventuresome. I posted on my Facebook status update: "I'm going to Milan today, AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME." Playful, yes, but little did I know I had thrown down the gauntlet.<br />
I left in the late morning, toting an overnight bag, for the train station in Baar. A quick train ride took me to the Zug station, where I would catch the 3 1/2 hour train to Milan. Simple, right? As I waited on the platform, I saw that the train was going to be 20 minutes late. Another train pulled in, bound for Lugano. The platform attendant approached me, deducing I was waiting for the Milan train. He proceeded to inform me that, in fact, since the Milan train was late, it might not even stop in Zug, but instead travel down the other side of the lake! This was because there were so many trains on the line, that, in order not to be further delayed, the Milan train could decide to take a longer but less traveled route. Hmmm....well, he said, you should take this train to Lugano, and meet the Milan train later on, down south. But then the on-train employee told me, it's okay, you can take this train or wait for the Milan train, it's up to you. I decided I would rather wait in Zug, where it was familiar, than in some strange station somewhere...strange. So the train left, without me. The nice young man on the platform then informed me that I had made a mistake, that I should have taken the Lugano train, because more than likely the Milan train would not come to Zug. The Milan train stayed on the arrivals board, though. Until it disappeared. Down I trudged to the ticket office. After some consternation on the part of the agent, she consulted her colleague, and her computer screen, and finally - you guessed it - the nice young man from the platform, who was now in the back room. She came out and told me, you should have taken the Lugano train! Duh! All nice and friendly, of course. Next, they told me, you can take a local train to Arth Goldau, and meet the Milan train there. Somehow, I would beat the Milan train to this station! And so I did, and duly boarded the Milan train. I even found my assigned seat in the correct car. Alas, an Italian lady was hogging most of the space of the 4-seat area, so I nicely and quietly settled in to the one remaining seat. All proceeded smoothly for several hours, until we arrived at the Italian border. We were informed, in German and in Italian, that everyone would have to exit the train and board another train. Much confusion ensued, naturally, and we were there quite a while as everyone filed off one train, and reloaded themselves into a shabby, rickety Italian commuter train. Nearly every seat was taken, and aisles were filled with baggage, too. The border patrol came through, doing random checks of people and baggage. Since I deigned to look one of them in the eye as he interrogated the Italian man next me, the agent demanded to see my passport. Luckily, I passed muster, and he handed it back without a word. The nice British couple across from me began to chat me up, relieved that I spoke English. It seems they were en route to Venice, having left London the night before, and travel via Paris and Zürich to this very station on the Italian Swiss border. She was cheerful and up for the adventure, and he was grumpy and rather put out by the whole cock up. They were enjoyable to talk to, though, and we chuckled at the situation as the train finally got underway, and lumbered slowly along. We traveled at a snail's pace, stopping at every seedy, rundown no-name station along the way. People who boarded the train clearly were surprised by the crowds, so I think this was not the usual run of events. Finally a voice announced, this time only in Italian, that anyone who wanted to go to Milano Centrale (me! and the nice British couple too) should alight at Monza and wait for another train to take them there. We arrived at Monza, and scads of disoriented tourists with their baggage milled around aimlessly, befuddled and bewildered. It then slowly became clear that the next train going to Milano Centrale would not be for another 90 minutes! Ugh! Of course, there were absolutely no railroad employees anywhere in sight. This was becoming quite the saga. I came upon the British couple, who were listening to a man explain that many people who had stayed on the last train, knew that instead of getting off at Monza, they could go to Garibaldi, and there take a Metro (subway) to Milano Centrale. Oooooh! The man showed us that the next train to Garibaldi was arriving in a few minutes. We three decided to try this new leg together, with the help of our new guide. We boarded an even shabbier train, and traveled about fifteen minutes to Garibaldi, while enduring a beggar who laid a typed (in Italian) plea for money on our seats and returned to silently chide us for not giving him money (and taking back his little slips of paper for further begging later). In the Garibaldi station, the Metro ticket machine was broken, so our guide trotted us (me and the nice British couple) up into the station, out the door, down the street, and into the Metro station. He showed us how to buy tickets, and brought us to the correct subway platform. During this time, I learned that the nice British couple were Ron and Julia, and they were heading to Venice in order to take the Orient Express train! Also, they were worried that they had packed the wrong clothes, as they learned that they would have to 'dress' for dinner. The Metro train came (think New York City subway circa 1977), we got onto the crowded car (by now it is full-on rush hour, so you can imagine the crowd), and traveled 3 or 4 stops. Guess what, we had arrived at Milano Centrale at last! As we said our goodbyes (Ron and Julia had to find a train to Venice), I learned that our wonderful new friend was named Martin. I thanked him, and he just smiled and wished me a a wonderful stay in Milan. I think he was German, and he did not seem to be completely familiar with Milan, but he sure knew a lot more than we three travelers! I will always be grateful for his kindness....Next, I had to find my hotel. I knew roughly how to get there, so I figured if I just wandered around enough, I'd find the street I was looking for. That did not exactly pan out, so I stopped a police officer as he was writing a parking ticket, and he nicely pointed me in the right direction. A ten or fifteen minute walk brought me to the Piazza Lima, the site of my hotel. And there it was! And it only took me six and a half hours to get there. What an adventure. The Italian train system TRIED to STOP me, but I made it to Milan. And I'm all the richer for the experience. In case you lost count, that was six trains, from home to hotel.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-53177691552442134182011-09-21T04:40:00.000-04:002011-09-21T04:40:53.673-04:00Leapin' Lizards!Off we go, into the wild blue yonder! Life is an adventure. To quote a wonderful, wise woman: every day is golden, every moment is sweet and precious, and meant to be lived. Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray! 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<a href="http://vimeo.com/28785814">Highlights of Summer 2011 in Pummelvision</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user8441134">Meredith Sweeney</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-22098577446017420932011-09-07T06:01:00.007-04:002011-09-07T08:12:00.351-04:009/7 Wednesday Hodgepodge....There is a link to the wonderful blog whence these questions came, to the left of this column.....<br />
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a dentist<br />
two German language schools<br />
a hairdresser<br />
two yoga teachers<br />
two spas<br />
a hiking club<br />
a book club<br />
a lunch club<br />
a bowling alley<br />
Afterwards, I went for coffee with a new friend.<br />
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Every day, a man rides down the path behind my building. In the front basket of his bicycle, he has a boombox.The boombox is always playing Swiss accordian music, for lack of a better description.<br />
He wends his way past, heading somewhere, I know not where. A little while later, here he comes, headed back. His pace is always the same: slow and steady.<br />
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My first thought was the saying, "With God, all things are possible." Then the enormity of that statement dawned on me. With God, all things are possible, INCLUDING FAILURE. God does not prevent us from failing, if that might be helpful to our growth.<br />
So, the question as to what we might attempt if failure were not an option is unanswerable. It follows, too, that we need not wait for failure to not be an option in order to attempt great things. <br />
Of course, then it comes down to fear, which is at the core of the whole failure concept.<br />
And we all know the answer to that! LOVE! Now that's a great thing!Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-83507677634566371142011-07-09T09:30:00.000-04:002011-07-09T09:30:07.435-04:00Hope's so....The marvelous thing about hope is...that it is ever-replenishing. "Hope springs eternal" may be a cliche, but it is an apt aphorism. Hope has a way of renewing and sustaining faith. Perhaps they are cut from the same cloth? Hope is rooted more in desire and faith is rooted more in commitment. Hope looks for a certain outcome, faith accepts any outcome. It may seem, then, like we should favor faith over hope. Yet hope has its place in our lives. We are human, and we are prone to desiring...outcomes, mostly. So maybe hope is a stepping stone to faith. When we hope, we open ourselves to the possibility of faith. Surely we can arrive to faith without going through hope. Many times, though, hope helps us get through the moment. We cling to hope, because we have not let go of desire, of a certain outcome. Hope helps us survive our humanness. When we have hope, we can know that we are alive. Faith sees our hope , and calls out to it. Does hope answer, saying, yes, I am coming to you, faith? Does hope carry us to the faith that brings us home? Is that why, even when faith seems impossible, there is always hope?Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-91723013498419648292011-07-05T11:02:00.001-04:002011-07-05T19:32:39.856-04:00Fireworks in the DistanceWe watched fireworks from the condo window last night. They were in the distance, so their impact was...muted somewhat. They were beautiful, and some were breathtaking.<br />
It seemed appropriate, somehow, given our life circumstances. We've taken a step back from our ongoing lives, living in a bubble of slow time and quiet activities. We are in our native country, but we don't reside here. As the celebrations went on around us, we were observers more than participants.<br />
So, fireworks...in the distance... were perfect. We sat in the darkness, each with our own perspective on the event. It was memorable not for the excitement of the near, but for the peacefulness of the faraway.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-23542979438773353352011-06-18T01:31:00.000-04:002011-06-18T01:31:44.097-04:00Goodbye to Chiswick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6aRxQ0MDO_UybAQg2mkTelrjqgYkzBJ_r6NxYakCDqzzt7e8QpR22NCjK8IfLwplrkJ4gZARmunFekT02iui3vviw1LpIWP0Dw0fE3Mhwrmj1bfyQErRhLkEckIhv-UZwHtFLFtPIxs/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb6aRxQ0MDO_UybAQg2mkTelrjqgYkzBJ_r6NxYakCDqzzt7e8QpR22NCjK8IfLwplrkJ4gZARmunFekT02iui3vviw1LpIWP0Dw0fE3Mhwrmj1bfyQErRhLkEckIhv-UZwHtFLFtPIxs/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>In a few days, we'll be saying goodbye to our (temporary) adopted hometown. It's been a wonderful year and a half (give or take), and we take with us many sweet memories. I know the road ahead looks promising, and we still don't know exactly what is around the next bend. Still, it's good to stop a moment and reflect on this era. When we moved here, we didn't know what to expect in many ways. There were certainly many surprises, and most of them were delightful! Time will fade the memory of the less sweet episodes. Knowing what I now know, I think I can move forward into the unknown, assured that the next home will also be presenting us with moments of discovery and more memories to treasure.Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796230458741337151.post-29784362716095103172011-06-02T04:21:00.001-04:002011-06-02T04:24:45.078-04:00Everyone adores me anyway<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Every morning a "Note from the Universe" arrives to my inbox. They are almost without fail spot-on. Here's today's:</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How adventurous would life be, Meredith, if you were "challenge free"? If you had the perfect body, perfect self-esteem, everyone adored you, and you won the lottery every Sunday? <br />
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Now what if, painful as they may <i>temporarily</i> be, you could choose a life during which challenges might arise whenever your thinking needed expansion, on the sole condition that every one of them could be overcome no matter how daunting they may at first seem? <br />
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<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">P.S. </span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Besides, Meredith, everyone adores you anyway. </span><br />
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<div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">How shocking! What a radical idea! Everyone adores me anyway. If you were to proclaim that, people might think you are being egotistical. There is something about adoration that says the object of adoration should either be young and innocent, or perhaps old and venerable. But there is a separateness implied in adoration. You might even say to adore is to idealize in some way.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I dare to say that we could all stand to adore each other more. Also, we could all stand to make adoration of each other a way to build community, to validate our essential oneness, even.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">As we adore each other, despite any flaws or conflicts, we help each other to become more adorable.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because really, what we are talking about is being lovable.</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's a tad more acceptable to say, "I am lovable" than to say, "I am adorable." Either way, the truth is that we are all that. Yes, even the ones who don't seem to be so. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Therefore, today I say: Everyone adores me anyway. Even though I am flawed. Even though I don't get it right all the time. Even though I feel fear, or stress, or anxiety, or anger. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The catch is, I aspire to adore. And I aim to adore all. </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S. I had been focusing on all the challenges that lay ahead of me in the coming months. This Note from the Universe helped me see that in a different light. Transitions can help us to open our minds. To grow and to go with the flow! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #000066; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><span style="color: #000066; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div>1. How many times in your life have you moved house? <div>Not counting a couple of times when I was too young to remember, and a few temporary places during college, I've moved sixteen times! I'd never counted before. Wow! And it's about to be 17 next month, when we move from London to Switzerland.</div><div><br />
</div><div>2. What subject would you study if you had a year to devote to it?</div><div>Probably something to do with hospice, as over and over in my life I have felt drawn to working in this area.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. What in this world breaks your heart?</div><div>When Fear crowds out Love. </div><div><br />
</div><div>4. What is one item that symbolizes the times in which we live? Why?</div><div>The smartphone, because you hold the entire world in your hand. </div><div><br />
</div><div>5. Share a favorite bumper sticker or t-shirt slogan.</div><div>"Don't Believe Everything You Think"</div><div><br />
</div><div>6. How do you like your spaghetti? </div><div>Cooked! :-)</div><div><br />
</div><div>7. What is one piece of advice you would give a recent, or <i>soon to be</i> recent, graduate?</div><div>Now, your real education can begin. Follow your dreams, and don't hold back. </div><div>Work hard, but don't let life's joys pass you by in the process.</div><div><br />
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<i>1. Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? Do you enjoy that? If someone were serving you breakfast in bed this coming weekend what would you hope to see on the tray?</i><br />
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<div>My kids give me breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. I enjoy and appreciate the intent, if not always the execution! I am not sure I will have breakfast in bed on Sunday, but I would love to see a bowl of fresh fruit, a cup of coffee, and perhaps a croissant or a muffin. And a flower in a bud vase! Hey, a girl can dream!</div><div><i><br />
</i><div><i>2. What is one piece of advice you would give a new mother?</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>Trust your intuition. Also, sleep is highly overrated.You'll be surprised by how little you can get by on!</div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>3. When was the last time you wanted to scream? Explain. </i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>I am going through a period of change in my life, so I am feeling stressed and frustrated a lot! The better question might be: when was the last time I did not want to scream?</div><div>(This too shall pass.) <i><br />
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</i></div><div><i>4. Can you hula hoop? </i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>For about two seconds, so, no. <i><br />
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</i></div><div><i>5. What is something people do in traffic that really bothers you?</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>Talk or text on their cell phones. <i><br />
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</i></div><div><i>6. What do you do when people don't admit they're wrong?</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>I pray for a miracle. I pray for guidance. I pray for right action (on my part). </div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>7. What is the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word 'fun'? </i></div><div><i> </i></div><div>Summertime at the beach! <i><br />
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</i></div><div><i>8. Insert your own random thought here. </i></div><div>We have lived in this house for a year. It's a rental, and the kitchen had been remodeled by the homeowner. His handyman, when we asked, told us that the wall switch in the kitchen was not connected to anything.</div><div>Today, we discovered that the wall switch operates an underfloor heating system! This would have been nice to know last winter as we were freezing our butts off every cold, dark morning at the breakfast table, and wondering why the homeowner had not put any radiators in during his renovation.</div><div> </div><div>Prospective new tenants have been traipsing through lately. One of them must have flipped the switch to see what it did. My son has been telling me since last Friday that the floor is warm, Mom! I kept saying it must be from the sunshine coming in through the glass ceiling. He finally made me get down on the floor tonight to feel it. When we figured it out, we had a good laugh down there on the tiles!<i><br />
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<i> </i></div></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491260728670850004noreply@blogger.com4