The One

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I remember a family member once asking me if I thought that the man that she was dating was “the one” for her. She had experienced real heartbreak before and she wanted to be certain that she was indeed with someone who truly loved her before she agreed to a lifetime commitment with him. 

I was flattered that she thought that I might be wise enough to distinguish real feelings of caring from those that are often induced by runaway emotions. I also felt a bit inadequate to decide something so important for her. I chose to ask her a series of questions. The first being, “How do you feel when you are with him?”

Without hesitation she smiled and said that he made her feel like the most important person in the world. She has a very stressful job and he understood her need to relax and laugh once in awhile. She said that he seemed to like her and think of her as being beautiful whether she was all decked out in her best hairdo and outfit or she was scraggly and in sweats. All in all she insisted that time spent with him always made her happy.  Continue reading “The One”

All the King’s Men

i282600889617322816._szw1280h1280_I took down my Christmas tree today. All signs of the season are mostly gone from my home. I have a few stray gifts that have not yet been delivered and I need to pack away a few more linens until next December. I always feel somewhat dreary when I convert my rooms back to their normal state. I know from experience that January is often filled with cold wet days and that there are few celebrations. Everyone is ready to get back to work and move on from all of the jocularity. 

In other parts of the world January 6 is the climax of the holiday season. Three Kings Day brings parties and more gift giving. When I visited Austria several years back children dressed like the Magi visited one house after another singing and gathering treats much like children do for Halloween here. Adults wrote the initials of the three famous gentlemen, Caspar, Balthazar and Melchior over their thresholds along with the date of the new year. It was a joyous day filled with festivities. In fact it was a legal holiday called the Epiphany and everyone joined in the fun. I have heard from my father-in-law that similar rituals take place on this date in Puerto Rico and other Hispanic countries. 

One of my favorite Three Kings Day stories came from a trip with Papa´to visit his family in Puerto Rico. His brother told of a little boy who refused to give up the habit of sucking his thumb and nibbling on a pacifier long after he should have outgrown such tendencies. His parents told him that Three Kings Day was a time for making some kind of sacrifice to show the Baby Jesus just how much he loved Him just as the kings from the east had done so long ago. The toddler listened attentively and later sneaked out of his bed on the night before the big occasion to leave his Binky in the manger right in front of the figurine of Jesus. He never again sucked his thumb or asked for an appliance to appease his oral fixation. 

I have always thought that extending the holiday season just a bit more was a lovely idea. Our family honored this day because it just so happened to be my brother Michael’s birthday. Still the celebration felt more like an afterthought than a true occasion. It was often difficult to find gifts for him because the stores were often emptied from the Christmas rush. It was generally our first day back at school as well, or at least very close to it. The weather quite often resembled the grey skies that we have seen so much of recently. All in all I always felt a bit sorry for my brother but he never seemed to mind. In fact he has always been rather easy going about almost everything in life. 

I suppose that I am a bit too sentimental. As I think back over the past few weeks I remember just how much fun I have had. The parties, dinners, lunches, graduations, programs, and visits with friends and family filled up my calendar and I was admittedly very tired but I guess that I am just one of those people who takes a brief rest and is quickly ready to get back in the party groove again. The truth is that sometimes we do in fact need a time to quiet ourselves and just enjoy a slower pace. It allows us to be more reflective and to take stock of where we have been and where we still need to go. It’s no doubt good for the body and the soul to hibernate just a bit. Staying in tune with nature and the seasons is not a bad idea at all.

When I was a teacher I often found January and February to be the longest stretch of time for the entire year. The routine seemed endless and it often felt as though the sun were never going to shine again. Now that I am retired I find that I actually enjoy days when I may stay inside with a good book or binge watch a great television series. Today I discovered the Netflix program that everyone seems to be talking about, Making a Murderer. Needless to say I am absolutely enthralled. I have been a fan of mysteries and detective programs since I was a child. I cut my teeth on the Nancy Drew books and moved on from there to all of the classic “who done it” stories. I’ll watch a police program before even considering a romantic comedy. I’ve devoured enough true crime tales to garner a doctorate. My mother used to joke that I should have been a detective or perhaps a lawyer. 

I’ve always said that I am the ideal juror for the defense but I don’t really want that information to get out too far. I tend to be quite skeptical of evidence unless it is of the very hardcore physical kind. I don’t believe that anyone should ever be found guilty based solely on theoretical stories invented by the prosecution. When in doubt I tend to favor the suspect. There are a large number of people in jail who might have been set free had it been up to me. Naturally I’m quite intrigued by the fascinating case in Making a Murderer.

Part of my mother’s mental illness led to paranoia. She often believed that someone was attempting to frame her. Of course it was all in her mind but I suspect that in reality there are poor souls who are often put away simply because they do not have the money or influence to mount a good defense of themselves. The reality of our justice system is that certain individuals are almost doomed to a life of incarceration simply because of poverty, ignorance or race. 

I’m anxious to keep watching this incredible series but I’m reluctant to surrender my entire day. I have other things to do but setting my chores aside is so very tempting because I’m dying to learn what finally happens to the individuals featured in this real life drama. I think that I may have already determined the outcome but I don’t want to volunteer my ideas just yet. I’ve still got six hours of viewing ahead of me and the story has already taken so many twists and turns that I am a bit uncertain as to what may yet happen. 

Happy Three Kings Day to all of you. For those of you who actually celebrate this special day I wish you lots of fun. Happy Birthday to my brother Michael. We’ll have the actual party this weekend. Finally if you are looking for something to fill your time on this rather dreary day I highly recommend that you try watching Making a Murderer on Netflix. We’ll have a conversation about it once we’ve all seen it. In the meantime stay warm and dry. We’ve got a long year ahead and the days may not always be so quiet. 

Finding Your Roots

i282600889617303730._szw1280h1280_We all want to know who we are. Many, like me, do a bit of genealogical searching for answers regarding our roots. It can be a frustrating but often rewarding experience that gives us a better idea of who are ancestors were, where they lived, and sometimes even what they may have been like. My own experience has been remarkable on the one hand but sadly fruitless on the other. I have been able to trace the lineage of my paternal grandmother, Minnie Bell Smith, all the way back to the early history of Norway when names of people were almost impossible to pronounce. I have been relieved to note that none of the people who came before me in that branch of the family appear to have owned slaves or taken up questionable causes. Through the women in particular I have distant connections to famous English politicians and royalty but ultimately my grandmother’s people appear to have lived hard scrabble lives marked by struggles and journeys from one place to another.   Continue reading “Finding Your Roots”

Positive Thoughts

i282600889617261654._szw1280h1280_I recall numerous time when I was still a school girl that my entire class was called to task for supposed transgressions. We would all gather together and be told just how awful we were. (At least that’s how it sounded at the time.) Since I knew that I had done nothing to deserve the tongue lashing guilt trip I learned how to turn off the harangues. If our accusers ever said anything important I never heard it. Those lectures did nothing to motivate me. Quite the contrary. I simply felt anger and a sense of injustice. 

Later I worked for a lovely person who had all the best intentions for improving our school but as far as I was concerned she went about it in the wrong way. Perhaps her methodologies reminded me too much of those scoldings of my youth. She would observe my teaching and then request my presence for an assessment of what she had seen happening. Virtually all of the time she only pointed out what she viewed as the problems with the way that I did things. After several meetings like this I finally asked her if she had ever noticed me doing something right. She quickly insisted that most of my teaching was quite excellent and that she only pointed out the small difficulties to help me to improve. I had to admit to her that by always telling me what I had done wrong I had not felt compelled to make positive change. Instead I felt that I would never be able to please her and so I had all but given up. She seemed genuinely surprised to hear the way I had interpreted her actions and immediately apologized profusely. 

Of late there seems to be a tendency by many individuals and groups to point out all of the flaws of our society without ever noting the things that we have done right. Just as very little in the world is completely perfect, so too are few situations one hundred percent bad. I would suggest that those who advocate change should appeal to our good side rather than constantly noticing our warts. Constant negativity is generally a turn off for almost everyone. 

I suppose that there are those who respond to attempts to make them feel guilty but most of us are much more emotionally healthy than that. We prefer instead to build on strengths rather than nagging about weaknesses. I’ve rarely met anyone who does not have some sort of redeeming features upon which to base change. I realize that we do have sickness and evilness in our midst and that these kinds of issues are difficult if not impossible to overcome. Still the vast majority of us will generally respond to appeals to our sense of fairness as long as we believe that our beliefs will be respected. 

In today’s environment we often hear that our ancestors did horrific things and that the DNA of western culture is deeply flawed. It is as though some of us are eternally stained with an original sin that we have little power to eliminate unless we agree to confess our wrongdoings and wear hair shirts as proof of our goodwill. It feels as though we are damned if we do and damned if we don’t. I would venture to guess that many people have simply turned off the noise just as I once did when I was a student. 

I worked with thousands of students over the years. I learned that most of them wanted to please and desired to enjoy academic success. There were moments when some of them had duly earned punishments but good old fashioned positive reinforcement worked better than any other methods to keep most of them motivated to learn. They also responded well whenever I gave them opportunities to voice their concerns without inserting my own judgements. The result was often an agreement to compromise that propelled everyone forward. Sadly the art of listening has been tainted these days. Too many discussions never go anywhere because each person is just too busy thinking of a rebuttal rather than considering the other person’s point of view. It’s impossible to resolve differences in such an atmosphere and somehow this has become the most prevalent way of doing things. 

We have so many real and pressing problems as we enter 2016. I doubt that we will solve any of them until we choose to value everyone. I have grown quite weary of the chronic negativity. I know that my own words have often been misunderstood. When I defend an individuals’s right to a certain way of life or a particular belief it does not mean that I think that they are right. It simply means that I understand that each of us chooses different ways to approach the problems. Luckily in this country we are supposed to enjoy the freedom to be ourselves as long as we do not maliciously break laws or harm others.

My wish for 2016 is that we will somehow begin to take our pledge of allegiance to heart. I’d like to really be one nation under God (in His many forms or not all all if one prefers) with liberty and justice for all. This means that we will value all of our differences and understand that it is in embracing even those with whom we disagree that we become better. 

It’s time for us to begin looking for what is right about our country and our fellow humans rather than impugning one another over and over again. It does us little good to insist that anyone who supports Donald Trump or Bernie Sanders is insane. Instead we might want to learn what that person is thinking without uttering a single word of disagreement. We may be amazed to learn that we are closer to wanting the same outcomes than we ever thought. We may just have different ideas as to how to reach our goals. Instead of unfriending the people whose politics or religion beliefs or philosophies differ from ours we may want to try appealing to their goodness with a small compliment and a willingness to hear them out without argument.  

I recently read about a woman who had once belonged to the Westboro Baptist Church and had been one of the staunchest advocates against same sex marriage. Because a gay person really listened to her and modeled exemplary behavior she ultimately began to question her own thinking. Over time she saw the error of her ways and changed her feelings. Because the other person had valued her opinion and attempted to understand her without recrimination she began to reflect on her entire way of thinking. It was not criticism that changed her. It was kindness.

One of the most basic human needs is to be understood. The best way to do that is to listen to what each person has to say. We have a long way to go to come together once again but I believe in the innate goodness of us all. I think that we will ultimately find a way to come together for all the right reasons. My goal for the year of 2016 is to remember to be patient and kind. Being positive is the key to change. 

Body and Mind

i282600889617197836._szw1280h1280_There are only twenty four hours in a day, seven days in a week. Our time is limited by the constraints of nature and the demands of living. We are only able to do so much within the boundaries that define the rotation of our planet. Each of us must prioritize and compromise based on the activities that we must do and those that we want to do. We are rarely completely free to determine how to allot the minutes and seconds of each moment of our existence. There is always work to be done, much of which determines of our ability to simply survive. In our modern world we are continually on the move, sometimes teetering near exhaustion and often setting aside personal goals in favor of service to the people in our sphere of influence. We tell ourselves that soon, very soon, we will devote a portion of each day to pursuit of very personal goals, but all too often we set them aside in favor of doing for others. The hours and days and months and years go by and we realize that we have neglected to fully develop our dreams or even to be good to ourselves. It is in our natures to be self sacrificing and to often put our own needs at the end of our list of things to do. Continue reading “Body and Mind”