Sunday, April 28, 2024

EVERYONE LIKES A LIST



Everyone likes a list.  Lists are just a kind of freeform journaling.  

  1. What about listing your achievements?  A kind of reverse bucket list.  A way of making you feel proud, satisfied, accomplished.  I bet it will be a long and highly personal list for you.  I went to law school.  We successfully raised our children.  We saved enough money to retire.  That has been huge.  When you're young and working so hard, it hardly seems possible--to be old enough and have enough wherewithal to stop working.   For all of us we've had to conquer the odds. 
  2. Or places you've been.  We all like to travel.  Instead of thinking about where we haven't been, how about where we have?  Two falls ago we flew to Iceland and loved it.  Then on to Glasglow and the Scottish Inner Hebrides.  As you list where you've been, the memories come back.  I'm thinking about those Icelandic horses, stout and sturdy.  Did you love New York or DC, Spain or Africa?  Was your best vacation fly fishing?   Is there a spot in the mountains you adore?  I mean, we have the whole world to choose from. 
  3. What are your favorite things to do?  This list is a prompt to do them more.  Takes only minutes.  Swim, read, do crafts, bike.  But also, I love napping--how embarrassing! But I love waking up refreshed before the evening meal and other chores I haven't finished.  I guess I love not being tired, a leftover from working fulltime.  That stage is so much of our lives. 
  4. What about helpful thoughts?  We need a stash of these for those times we're down or uncertain.  Some of us chose words from the Bible, some have favorite sayings.  I like the one, "Nothing is missing; you are already whole."  Remembering what we're grateful for is always helpful.  Remembering that we're loved.  Acknowledging that we are survivors.  
  5. Sometimes I want to remind myself how I'd like to be, Goals so to speak.  More loving, understanding, helpful.  Less judgmental, lazy, self-centered.  Closer to God.  This list too is a prompt.  
Think of your own lists.  Part reminiscence, part planning and taking stock, but useful and enjoyable.     Nina Naomi

Friday, April 26, 2024

IT'S TIME TO TAKE A BREATH

Lady Banks in Bloom

Spring is a time when trust unfurls

From heights and depths we cannot touch.

Trees wave, they bend and bow 

As starlit eyes and ancient dreams

Push from the earth as we knew they would, 

Hungry for light.

Snapdragons waken, pansies plump in the just-so-warmth,

Their winter sallow turning bright.

Bearded Iris rise and tremble, steady then salute. 

Earth sheds her worries and so should we. 

We've done it again, each sprout declares (and so should we)

Flinging pink then purple then green.

Do more, love more, be more should we.

"I trust you, earth." the poet says.  "I trust you, God," say I."

It's time to take a breath. 

 

Thursday, April 18, 2024

A LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE EARTH

Cherish sunsets, wild creatures, and wild places.

Have a love affair with the wonder and beauty of the earth.

Steward Udall (1920-2010)

We were at the beach and the sky was clear, the water bright shades of aqua, darker at the shore, lighter toward the horizon.  Sunny and 70°.  The prior day was ravenous thunder, lightning and pounding rain, steel gray water with no visible horizon.  We stayed indoors to read and watch college sports.  

Then I saw this quotation and remembered the name Stewart Udall, Secretary of the Interior under Presidents Kennedy and Johnson.  He was a Morman, a lawyer, congressman, professor, and writer of poetic bent.  His papers are held at the University of Arizona, his home state.  Udall is known as Advocate for the Planet Earth. Who wouldn't be proud to be so named? 

I love the idea of a love affair with the earth. A love affair with the force that sustains us, provides for our needs, sooths us, is a source of beauty and awe.  So, I decided to learn more about Secretary Udall. 

He says that each generation has its own rendezvous with the land, that despite our fee titles (yes, we learned about fee simple ownership in 1st year Property class), we are all only brief tenants on this planet.  That makes sense.  The trees in my wood are far older than I and God-willing will outlast my living descendants.  The rocks even older. 


At home, I have my favorite trees and boulders.  Years ago, Udall said that our choice is not between growth and stagnation, but between short-term growth and long-term disaster.  Mining, clear-cutting, trading long-grassed meadows and forests for concrete and asphalt, or even a well-maintained lawn, is a search and destroy mission.  

Right now, my meadow grasses are long and shaggy.  Just days ago, the geese were strutting about after a rain. 

Now wild daisies and purple bugle weeds bloom in proliferation. And a scattering of buttercups. A neighbor mows in May and has never had a daisy.  How many turtles and lady bugs are lost in mowing?  How many pollinators and butterflies?  Whose habitats are destroyed? 

I do think that neighborhoods with no deer and azaleas in bloom, neat pine straw beds beneath the trees and all carefully tended are beautiful.  They bring joy too.  Order is its own pleasure. If no Roundup is used, rabbits make homes beneath many a pruned hedge.  At our house I think the hawks get the rabbits, we have so few. 

Deer eat our wild blueberries too, before we get a one, and the native black raspberries go to feed the coyotes and racoons as well as the birds. A beautiful red fox has been hanging around this winter and spring.  As much as a sighting thrills me, I'm not totally at ease with its presence. 

But for our love affair with the earth, rewilding is still the most wonderful trend.  Making a place for birds and worms and butterflies.  Waiting to see what weedy thing in spring is actually a delicate wildflower.  Becoming an advocate for our little patch of the planet. 

Thursday, April 11, 2024

THE EVERYDAY TO-DO LIST

Fort Macon, Bogue Shores, NC

  • Feel gratitude for your blessings.  Today when I woke up my worsening back felt stable.  I feel immense gratitude for every day that I can focus on all the wonders ahead and not my boring back. 
  • Do something that makes you happy.  I met with knitting friends this morning.  Being with friends always makes us happy.  What would you like your happy thing to be tomorrow? 
  • Live one day at a time.  Of course.  "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."  Matthew 6:34. But more.  When we live in the present our days are longer.  I want that. I don't want to miss a minute of my day, do you?  I tend to ruminate sometimes.  Things that I have already survived or am surviving daily come back to steal my energy.  Noticing blessings helps with this.  Praying helps.  
  • Try to be content.  Content, at peace, those calm emotions.  Awe is wonderful.  Exuberance is a delight.  But mostly content; I'll take that.  
  • Stay close to God.  And the peace of God which passes all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in the love of God.
  • Do all things with love.  How else would we ever want to do something?  Carelessly? Angrily? No, with love. 
  • Take good care of yourself and those whose care is entrusted to you.  This includes spouses and partners, not just children. Someone who loves us deserves our attention and to feel safe in our care.
  • Think of positive words to describe yourself.  Right off the bat I thought of friendly, intelligent, thoughtful, empathetic, attentive, loving, eager and creative.  What about you?  I bet a list comes quickly.  Believe it.  Accept the good about yourself.  Nothing can be achieved by someone who is down on themselves. 

THE WONDER OF APRIL

 


Did you know that April is national poetry month?  It's a good choice. 

Chaucer (c 1340-1400) begins The Canterbury Tales in April.  "Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote / The droght of March hath perced to the roote . . . " Many of us read those lines in high school.  I taught my seniors how to pronounce the Middle English vowels.  "When April with his showers sweet with fruit / The drought of March has pierced unto the root / And bathed each vein with liquor that has power / To generate therein and sire the flower . . . ,"  is when Christians make a pilgrimage to Canterbury, where Saint Thomas Beckett (1119-1170) was martyred for his faith.  That's Chaucer's story.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), on the other hand, subverts Chaucer.  He writes in The Wasteland, "April is the cruelest month, breeding / lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / memory and desire, stirring / dull roots with spring rain."  Chaucer sees only the beauty of April. Writing after World War I, Eliot reveals the cruelty of the hope for springtime renewal in a world shattered by war.  

We can identify with that.  We see Gaza in rubble and Ukraine under siege.  And more. Daily, drones and bombs destroy all that lives.  Home is under strife as well.  There are places the spring rain won't touch.  Winter is not so cruel, Eliot writes.  "Winter kept us warm, covering / Earth in forgetful snow. . . " Snow obscures detritus.  It is easier to forget than to remember sometimes.  Easier to ignore than to notice.  

And yet, this April we have our own back yards, roadsides and parks fragrant with lavender wisteria and wildflowers blooming from the very cracks in the brick.  Or maybe you live where the prickly pear flower.  Or you may be feeling like Count Basie's 1956 jazz version of "April in Paris" with chestnuts in blossom.  

Ada Limón (b.1976) is our nation's poet laureate.  For poetry month she has tackled an ambitious project, reading poetry in National Parks.  Here are lines from one of her prose poems: 

The way I remember the name forsythia is that when my stepmother, Cynthia, was dying, that last week, she said lucidly, but mysteriously, MORE YELLOW.  And I thought yes, more yellow and nodded because I agreed.  Of course, more yellow.  And so now in my head, when I see that yellow tangle, I say 'For Cynthia, for Cynthia, forsythia, forsythia, more yellow.'  It is night now.  And the owl never comes, only more of night and what repeats in the night.  ©2022, Ada Limón

Such a conversational poem.  "More yellow," sounds like just the thing to say when dying.  "Of course, more yellow," the poet repeats.  Living or dying, who wouldn't want more yellow?  As my mother rested in a dark room, she suddenly said with great feeling, "All the lights are on."  "Where are you mom?" I wondered aloud.  "In heaven," she replied, not missing a beat.  The perfect setting for the sweeping branches of sunny spring forsythia.  "Light! More light!" was the last entreaty of the poet Goethe (1749-1832) as he lay on his deathbed.  Yes, yes, more yellow.  

We could study poetry all April.  Then May, then June. Matching our breathing to the rhythm of the lines.  Making connections.  Being enthralled at no cost at all but for time.  Covering ourselves with words that, like a blanket of snow, blot out the ugliness of aggression and starvation. killing and over-killing, narcissism and vulgarity, felony counts and delays.  

The wonder of April.  The wonder of poetry.  The wonder of color and light and renewal and the Resurrection of the body which happened just a few Sundays ago.  The wonder of words and the Word made flesh.  The wonder of night and what repeats in the night.  Oh, the wonder . . . 

With love, Nina Naomi




Tuesday, April 9, 2024

CLOSURE--WHAT IS IT?

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

The simplest meaning of closure seems to be getting over something painful and moving on.  But what exactly does "getting over" mean and what is "moving on?"  Certainly, we've all ruminated over the past, sometimes wondering what happened and why, sometimes trying to figure out how to live with hurt.  Deaths, betrayals, broken hearts, losses of every degree and dimension, grief and sadness are no strangers.  So, yes, closure might be almost an everyday need.  

Some psychologists use closure to mean cognitively understanding why and how an event occurred, processing it, and finding meaning in it.  With a natural death, at a late-enough time in life, that may happen sooner rather than later.  We don't feel cheated, we're not traumatized.  Some people have brought us so much good over the years, that what they gave leaves us with meaning.  Good deaths, you might say.  Sudden or prolonged, we remember them daily and with gratitude.  We accept the absence and have a sense of peace about it. 

For me, with my mother, there was no unfinished business.  "We have no issues," I told her.  For my father, by the time his aged body let go, we also had no issues.  "Why have issues?" I thought.  With my son, young and with cancer, I knew from the moment of his diagnosis that the joy of having had him would outweigh even the devastation of losing him.  His loss was greater than mine--unbearable (except that we all bore it) until that moment when he walked with God, as he does today.  

We might think of closure as change, rather than an end.  A change into our new selves and in some cases a change to something good.  The untimely death of a spouse might, in some cases, lead to a new love just as special in its way.  Not a replacement, but a different person to share the overflowing love we are blessed with.  Divorce the same. 

Some events we'll never understand.  They seem to come from an evil confluence of the stars.  Surely addiction and mental illness qualify.  Abuse qualifies.  Betrayals of any sort are hard to fathom.  Sometimes we forgive without understanding; we reconcile--if there's repentance--without understanding; we continue to love without understanding; we do what's best without understanding; we continue to have wonderful lives without understanding.  Rather than closure, people of faith might call this the grace of God or the peace that passes all understanding. 

But even without a rational explanation for something painful, we can still address our emotions, what the literature calls processing.  Again, psychologists say that closure is a self-compassionate process.  Given how much is beyond our control, it needs to be focused on us.  What do we need to do to make this better?  Accept that it happened.  Accept our feelings about it, feelings of sadness or confusion or anger.  Take self-protective action.  Be brave.  Let some time pass.  And then, with the help of God if you are a believer, give yourself the gift of a self-compassionate conclusion to your suffering.  In that way, what feels at times as the sole defining event of our life to the exclusion of all else, becomes a part of a longer narrative, a life full of love and meaning and care.  

Isaiah 43:2
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.