WE THE PEOPLE

Lady Liberty

All night I watch the rain,

 I Wake and still it's falling.

Too wet for me but not the cardinals,

A pair of lovers search the ground beneath the feeder.

There must be something left.

All day we see our love unspool,

for country, future, freedom.

We fear but do not tremble.

Do not appease, Remember that, 

Appeasement feeds the PIG. 

 

There's so much danger in our land and all from one benighted man

power without stature, words without soul. 

Others, vacant from unknown causes,

Shorn of  bravery, confidence and heart,

They lie and preen and call it truth--

If truth be subterfuge with hollows where its eyes should be.

 

There are enough of us. you know

Who clearly see and won't appease.  

remember how it feeds the PIG? 

We are the lovers who search the ground for country, future, freedom

Who search the sky, the by-roads, towns and squares  

Who protest peacefully

 

More of us than anyone has counted yet, five million? Ten? One-hundred? 

So don't succumb, there's more than something left. 

It's all there, our country, future, freedom,

In our hands, no one else's. 

WE THE PEOPLE 

God bless the fight  

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE ART OF BEING HAPPY ON THE SUMMER SOLSTICE

“The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.” ~ Rev Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)

 

North Carolina shore  

    The longest day is a lovely time to think about finding happiness in common things.  I say that after a morning where I got to walk on the beach, not an ordinary day for me by any means.  Many in the world live on or closer to water than I.   Having begun the day like that--the beach wider than usual, the breeze sultry of course in mid-June, but not over-heated--I may be more prone to recognize happiness than I would be on other days.
    Everything seems easier when our mood is one of appreciation.  It's interesting that Beecher talks about "extracting" happiness from common things.  Extracting is active, it's a bit of work, isn't it.  But that's OK. These days we don't expect to be wooed.  We're willing to say, isn't it nice that I woke up by my husband today to the hum of the ceiling fan?  Isn't it nice that I packed the Grape Nuts and milk for breakfast?  Can you believe there's a line of pelicans out the window, and that the walk to the water is not far at all?  
    And that even though we live in the southern United States, we will still have a long day with the sun rising at 5:50 am and not setting here in Atlantic Beach until 8:23 pm. So that we can sit on the windy deck after a supper of local fish I bought at the market today and some luscious heirloom tomatoes that are almost bronze in color. All these pleasures are common to someone, if not always me.  But summer tomatoes?  Who doesn't have memories of those dripping down our chins? My dad grew tomatoes in a small garden behind our first house in north St. Louis.  Strawberries too.  My mother tried her hand at peonies.  They definitely extracted happiness from common things.  Friends over for cards.  A beer.  
    My grandparents too.  They fished in the rivers of the Missouri Ozarks and fried up the catch.  They stayed in $5/night cabins and swatted the mosquitoes.  We kids stayed with them and fended for ourselves in dangerous currents during fishing season.  
    Well, it looks like we can extract happiness from memories too.  What are you thinking about today?  Do you live where the light lasts far longer than a mere 8:23 pm? Are there sheep grazing in the twilight where you live, or cattle lowing?  Or is there nightlife, songs and dancing? One year 9 years ago we were in Fairbanks, Alaska for the longest day and went to a midnight baseball game, sans lights.  That was fun! 
     I'm almost sorry that days get shorter from now on.  We want long summers don't we?  We want moments of happiness to bank for times of sorrow or worry.  And we're willing to work for this, to cook for friends, to put on clean sheets for guests, to clean up before and after.  That's the Art of Being Happy.  
Nina Naomi

JOY IN YOUR OWN BACKYARD

    I know, summer is different for everyone, some people traveling, but these few weeks we're doing nothing but opening the doors and windows to this fragrant midsummer in North Carolina.  I'm feeling 100% blessed.  The solstice is almost here, June 20, the longest day will be upon us and I'm trying to think what to do special.  Before retirement I never had time to care, but now . . . .  I love both winter and summer, every day and every time of year.  It is an exuberant feeling.

    Our neighbors have a farm and this weekend we had all homegrown veggies and fruits on their cabin porch sitting in rockers.  They promised us figs later in the season. Sometimes it's good to let the world pass us by long enough to savor all that is on our doorstep. 

    We've had so many nature adventures this week.  First the Canada geese. Handsome heads balanced on tall necks in our high-grass meadow, they have been blocking our path daily, using the cartilage along their beaks and even on their tongues to forage for seeds.  And they don't do it quietly.   My husband caught a pair waddling nonchalantly down our driveway after keeping watch from our roof all morning.

 

Next a lovely box turtle, all gold and brown, treading water in our small pool, neck outstretched, looking for help.  We gently grasped her with her legs waving and took her carefully into the leaves. away from the tree roots that seem to tip her over as she struggles to climb over them.

tadpole haven

    Then, the most surprising of all, a knot of tadpoles (I had to look that up--knot) dashing about our small pool after several nights of a deafening chorus of tree frogs and bullfrogs.  Apparently we had let the chlorine run low and the frogs had left their eggs and with their strong legs, escaped the pool.  That was a job liberating all those tadpoles.  

    And of course, the dried flower arrangement I put by the back entry is now home to a mossy nest of the tiniest eggs we have seen ever, and the tiniest mom keeping them warm.  Doesn't that happen to you too, in your hanging plants and wreaths? We put up a sign to reroute friends and neighbors to the garage entry.   

Then yesterday our local No Kings Day march was a great success.  So heartening.  If the opposite of fear is hope, many of us felt less fear and more hope for our country yesterday, with over 5 million people participating in peaceful protest around the country and world.  If you want to see the pictures, just search on Substack or The Dworkin Report or the Guardian online.

    At the same time, our brave military was doing its best to celebrate their history of 250 years in Washington DC.  All-in-all it felt like a day and week of buoyancy.  I hope your week was good.  We all know not to take those weeks for granted. 

Posted in peace and love from Nina Naomi

    

"TEAR DOWN THE WALLS OF INDIFFERENCE AND HATRED," POPE LEO XIV

 

Iona, Scotland

I've been thinking.  Christianity is a cross-shaped faith.  The vertical beam could be our relationship with our God.  We mortals made of dust reach to the heavens.    The first and great commandment is, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and all your soul, and all your mind," Matthew 22:37.  Christians strive to love the Lord with heart, soul and mind so that He shall abide in us and we in Him, John 15:4. That striving to reach God is bound to the horizontal beam, which could be the side-to-side relationship with our neighbors, whom we are to love as we love ourselves. 

Cruelty toward a neighbor is no more Christian than hating Christ would be.  Cruelty and hate are not Christian virtues.  They are not virtues at all.  A vertical relationship with God (Jesus loves me, I love the Lord), creates horizontal obligations (I will befriend the poor, the widow and orphan, the fellow Christian, the Jew, the Palestinian neighbor, whether next door or across the sea). 

I wrote before about an evangelical turn against empathy ("A Word About The Stranger," April 17, 2025 post).  Empathy is a virtue.  It allows any of us to place ourselves in another's shoes and see what we would want or need if we were in their place. What does a trans or gay person need to be safe in this world?  How does it feel to be bullied for one's gender or religion or status?  How does it feel to be without status, or to be hungry or homeless?   

There are Christians (which we might put in quotes) who have chosen power over principle.  I think we have to admit that these are mostly MAGA Republican "Christians."  Those who approve the the cutting of AIDS and vaccine research, the firing of 6,000 veterans who are Federal employees, the waste of $92 million on a military parade that is without history in our country, the end of Supplemental Nutrition for our poorer school children, and so on.  

Many speak out against this, but no one, I think, with more authority than Pope Leo XIV who in Sunday's Mass in St. Peter's Square asked that the Holy Spirit   

“break down barriers and tear down the walls of indifference and hatred. . . ."

 "Where there is love, there is no room for prejudice, for ‘security’ zones separating us from our neighbors, for the exclusionary mindset that, tragically, we now see emerging also in political nationalisms,”

 the first American Pontiff said.  He did not name a specific country or leader, but it's hard to deny that the shoe fits us.

In our church on Sundays we say the creed. "We believe in one holy catholic (small c) and apostolic church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the Life of the world to come."  The leader of the Catholic (large C) church, has told the world in this statement that there is no room for prejudice or political nationalism.  In our country today this is called Christian nationalism or perhaps, again, white supremacy. 

If we are being tested by the times we live in, we might say that many are failing.  But many are not.  Many are doing much to protect the weak, the sick, the old, veterans, children, refugees, the air we breathe, the principles we live by, our democracy. Opportunities abound.  Common Cause, Indivisible, MoveOn, The No Kings Team, the Contrarian, Lawyers Defending American Democracy, the Dworkin Report (a favorite), the Watchdog Coalition, Civil Discourse, all found on-line supporting community activism.  Plus opportunities for churches, non-profits, individual actions, community protests, voting, prayer, financial contributions and contacting Congress. What have I missed? One such opportunity is this Saturday, 1800 peaceful protests and counting across America on our first ever NO KINGS DAY.     

Christianity is a cross-shaped faith.  As a gift to us, there are calls to action everywhere and much for which to be thankful.  Let us rejoice and be glad.   

                                        Nina Naomi     

 

WISHES AND DREAMS ARE NOT WASTED

Wishes and dreams don't have to come true to have value. I'm taking this thought from the nature writer Sydney Michalski on Substack.  Maybe you know her.  Wishes and dreams are hopes and hope is good on its own.  It is never wasted.  As Emily Dickinson says, 

Our hopes may be dashed, this is not unusual.  But then the hope changes and continues to live.  Hope sustains us, whether the hopes are large or small.  Today I hoped my dermatology biopsy would turn out negative, and it did.  A hope fulfilled.  My husband's turned out to be a basal cell carcinoma and so we hoped they would get clean margins and they did.  Another hope fulfilled.  Last summer a spot turned out to be melanoma, so I hoped it was early stage and it was.  It needed no treatment beyond removal.  One hope disappointed but the second one fulfilled.  Were any of these hopes wasted?  Not at all.  

There is always something to hope for.  We each ultimately hope for a long life and a peaceful death.  But in the interim we might hope to get into college and then to graduate, to find a partner or be happy single, to find a job or be brave enough to leave one, to have enough to survive or enough to share.  Each hope today is for something tomorrow.  

A dream or wish looks to the future.  I hope I get to go the Florence again.  I want to see the ancient chapel where Dante met Beatrice, the Duomo, Michelangelo's David. This may or may not happen.  But the wish itself is lovely.  It sets to mind these beautiful places, my memories of them and the feelings that seeing them again would bring to my heart.  My breath enlarges, a bit of the awe returns.  Every time this wish surfaces something good happens to me.   The wish itself brings joy. 

A daydream is a happy thought.  Living in the woods, winning the chili cook-off, taking a dream vacation, remodeling the kitchen, being debt free, learning an instrument. . . .  These are all worth thinking about, each a dream that might become a plan.  

Michalski writes, "To look ahead to what is possible in the future, and fashion a thoughtful vessel to contain its potential, and offer it into the sweeping current of the present, could never be a waste of time." In nature that vessel might be an acorn, or a seedling from the Rose O' Sharon that jumped the fence and might bloom this year, or another forsythia plant emerging through the pine straw as a shoot from the root of my giant spreading shrub.  

In our lives that vessel is our heart.  As vulnerable as we are, as fragile as our hope may be, we set it afloat before our eyes and rest upon it.  And if it becomes a plan, we work to make it happen.  But in the meantime, if it brings some relief, or respite, or even joy, let's continue to wish and dream and thank that faithful thing with feathers that perches in our souls.  

Nina Naomi

THREE QUATRAINS AND A COUPLET

 I found some light verse I composed, just little chats with my Journal that I wrote on a day I needed to backtrack to a time when I was worried.  Goodness, I may have written these 4 years ago.  And even then it was a backtrack.  Do you ever do that?  Have a need to re-process something, not a present worry but something that intrudes less over the years, yet still intrudes?  There's a cost to this, it's said.  But writing an emotion gives you some distance from it.  You're not there if you can write about it, I've found.  Anyway . . . 

Me:  I tell you secrets.

Journal:  You can.

Me:  How can I be sure?

Journal:  Heart of my heart, we are one.

Me:  Sometimes I'm embarrassed.

Journal:  Oh no, please.

Me:  Please what?

Journal:  Please know that I welcome every word. 

Me:  You know why I started writing.  I was betrayed. 

Journal:  They betrayed themself too.

Me:  I should have forgotten by now.

Journal:  It doesn't matter if you forget.  It was repented.  You forgave. 

Me:  You can't change the past.

Journal:  No, it changes you.  

 

"WHAT DOES THE LORD REQUIRE OF YOU BUT TO DO JUSTICE?"

 Every morning I begin the day with a look at my phone--the New York Times, the Guardian and Substack.  Some of my Substack favorites are about nature, poems, watercolors, attention to the minute like a salamander or frog that lives happily on someone's front porch or daisies in a meadow (like mine).  

But I also get stuck in the news:  the wanton destruction of Ukraine and Gaza, the cruelty of cutting food for the hungry, medical research for the chronically ill, educational budgets for our school children, Medicaid for the deserving poor . . . the list is long.  When I think it can't get worse, it does.  Like the $4 million jet from Qatar or the attempt to exclude international students from Harvard.  (full disclosure:  My grandson is an international student at St. Andrews, Scotland.)  Or maybe the worst, some movie-inspired parade of military might on Trump's birthday. We've all seen those in old black and white Nazi propaganda clips. 

Many are saying that America isn't immune from cruelty, recalling Indigenous genocide (full disclosure again:  we just visited the Taos Pueblo, what remains of the sovereign nation of the Tiwa of New Mexico); the cruelty of slave holders; the internment of Americans of Japanese descent during the second World War.   Three groups that looked different from the whites with the guns or whips and power.  But it does seem simplistic to conclude that this administration loves cruelty for its own sake, as sadists do.  After all, what our president seems to love more than anything is gold and wealth, for himself and his friends.  Think of the golden escalator at Trump Tower (more disclosure:  we've ridden that thing) leading inexorably to the glorified new Air Force One from Qatar (no doubt embedded with golden listening devices).  

No, as analysts are noting, the demonization of immigrants, gay adults, trans youth, women who need abortions, Medicaid recipients, international students who might support Palestine, protesters, grant recipients, NPR and PBS (I loved Downton Abbey!), scientists, the judiciary, is not for its own sake but rather the playbook for fascism, dictatorship and white supremacy.  We live in a hard time.  

As a Christian, many wonder, what can we expect from our churches? In a different time, Martin Luther King Jr said, "The church must be reminded once again that it is not to be the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state." Surely this is true.  There is no conscience in this administration and its supporters.  No empathy.  No kindness.  To speak up is a duty; to waffle or remain silent, a sin. 

After the new Pope Leo XIV (Chicago native) appeared on the balcony of St. Peter's in Rome, a writer for the New York Times (David French, an evangelical from the rural South) noted:  Trump is no longer the most important American in the world.  We have an American of malice and an American of love and compassion.  French said, "Christianity is an ancient faith, one that has endured through rulers and regimes far more ignorant and brutal than anything we've ever confronted in the United States."

I find hope in this, that our faith will help us endure--not passively but in active protest--and that long after Trump is gone from public life, Pope Leo will be preaching the Gospel that has sustained us for over 2,000 years.  

We have two visions and only one is sustainable.  The Bible says in Micah 6-8, "He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your god?" 

There will be protests all over America on June 14, easy to find under No Kings, Mass Protest, June 14, 2025.  I signed up for our local one.  It is something we can do, a showing of conscience.  For what is required of us but to do justice.  

                   In peace, Nina Naomi

 

PESSIMISM IS FOR LIGHTWEIGHTS by Selena Godden

Think of whose that marched this road before

And those that will march here in years to come

The road in shadow and the road in the sun

The road before us and the road all done

History is watching us and what will we become

This road is all flags and milestones

Immigrant blood and sweat and tears

Built this city, built this country

Made this road last all these years 

This road is made of protest

And those not permitted to vote

And those that are still fighting to speak

With a boot stamping on their throat

There is power and strength in optimism

To have faith and to stay true to you

Because if you can look in the mirror

And have belief and promise you

Will share wonder in living things

Beauty, dreams, books and art

Love your neighbor and be kind

And have an open heart

Then you're already winning at living

You speak up, you show up and stand tall

It's silence that is complicit

It's apathy that hurts us all

Pessimism is for lightweights

There is no straight white line

It's the bumps and curves and obstacles

That make this road yours and mine

Pessimism is for lightweights

This road was never easy and straight

And living is all about living alive and lively

And love will conquer hate.

                  Selena Godden, b. 1972 Hastings, UK

 

IF YOU LOVE THE TREES, THEY WILL LOVE YOU BACK by Nina Naomi

 IF  YOU LOVE THE TREES, THEY WILL LOVE YOU BACK.

IF YOU LOVE THE BIRDS, YOU WILL WAKEN TO THEM.

IF YOU LOVE TO SING, YOU WILL LIVE YOUR LIFE SINGING.

IF YOU LOVE THE EARTH, YOU WILL TEND TO YOUR GARDEN,

WALK IN THE GRASS, GO BAREFOOT IN SUMMER, 

IN SPRING AND IN FALL, THEN SOCK FEET IN WINTER.

IF YOU LOVE THE NIGHT, YOU'LL STAY OUT AFTER DARK,

LIGHTS IN YOUR WINDOWS SEEN FROM AFAR, A CHILL ON YOUR ARMS.  

IF YOU LOVE TO CLIMB TREES, YOU WILL GROW UP THEIR FRIEND. 

YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THEIR TRUNKS IN YOUR ARMS. 

YOUR FEET FIND THEIR BALANCE, BY FEEL YOU CLIMB HIGHER,

A PLACE TO STRADDLE MAYBE A PLACE TO DANGLE, 

TESTING THE STRENGTH OF EACH LIMB, A PLACE TO SIT,

A PLACE TO HIDE.

THIS BRANCH WANTS TO HOLD ME. 

IF YOU LOVE A TREE, IT WILL LOVE YOU BACK. 

            by Nina Naomi 2025

A DAY OF WHALES

Southern California Shoreline

 This place we're staying, and which we leave on Monday has been full of magical experiences.  I mean the kind that evoke awe, that intake of breath where you feel respect, wonder or even a touch of fear, as when you first hold your newborn or witness her grown-up achievements, when you stand at the edge of a canyon or by a water fall, or when you swim with the dolphins or sight a whale.  Those things that take us out of ourselves so much that we don't want to move away. We all have them. We want to stay with the moment.  And when this happens in nature we receive a healing like no other.  

While I love home best, where I live does not have mountains or whales.  Our dear friends who live here in Santa Barbara, California have both.  History, mountains and valleys, whales and seals and dolphins, orange and lemon trees, a bit of the bohemian which I like, views from every hillside. I can't get over it.  

Yesterday was whale watching day.  We drove to Oxnard Harbour, about 40 minutes away, and booked a Winter Whale Watch.  The whales hang out in the channel between the southern California coastline and the Channel Islands, just doing their thing.  The day was bright and clear, gentle swells and blue-black water about six-hundred feet deep the captain said.  And all about humpback whales spouting, fluking and diving.  We stayed out for hours.  So many people live off the water, fishing, boating, sailing, diving; scientists, oceanographers, marine biologists.  What is miraculous for me is an everyday event for somebody else.  

But whales are special.  It's their size, isn't it?  There's something about size that pushes a natural wonder up into the awe category.  The mountains and valleys, looking up at the cliffs or down at the frothing waves.  We've been doing a lot of that.   And yes, we have the Atlantic off the North Carolina coastline, but our coast is sea level, not a cliff in sight.  Our wonderful sandy southern coast is too warm for a whale highway, or for seals.  

This has been a healing time, something I am always up for.  Nature helps depression, boredom, fatigue, stress; it even helps our grief.  We are as much a part of nature as any other animal, part of its rhythm, if we let ourselves be.  The whale watch was a group of 35 strangers with nothing in common but an overwhelming desire that day to take a boat ride far from land and see whales.  What an interesting thing to have in common.  We made space for each other, helped each other get a better view, shared the wealth.  

I suspect I won't see whales again for a long time. We have much else to do in our lives, most of it the ordinary chores of an ordinary day, nothing wrong with that.  Like most North Carolinians, we'll go to our own beach at some point and enjoy the hot summer days and humid nights, tiptoeing on the scorching sand and rinsing off before going indoors.  It sounds wonderful and I will be glad to be home. 

I don't usually make a general comment that Life is Good.  Because I know how varied our burdens are, my own included.  But as for today, why not accept it:  today this life is good.  Wow, that feels like a prayer.

      In gratitude, Nina Naomi

A PRAYER FOR DISCOMFORT, A PRAYER FOR OUR TIME

Protesters, April 5, 2025

May God bless you with discomfort

At easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships,

So that you may live deep within your heart. 

May god bless you with anger

At injustice, oppression and exploitation of people,

So that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears

To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger, and war,

So that you may reach out your hand to comfort them

And turn their pain into joy. 

And may God bless you with enough foolishness

To believe that you can make a difference in the world,

So that you can do what others claim cannot be done

To bring justice and kindness to all our children and the poor.

AMEN

Sister Ruth Fox, OSB  (1936-2023), written 1985

SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER by William Sloane Coffin

May God give us grace never to sell ourselves short;

Grace to risk something big for something good;

And grace to remember that the world is now too dangerous for anything but truth

And too small for anything but love.

   by the Rev. William Sloane Coffin (1924-2006)

SO NICE TO GET AN AWARD

 

I am so happy to be chosen by FeedSpot as #32 on their 100 Top Simple Living Blogs for 2025.  I remember my pride as a practicing attorney being chosen for different awards, Top North Carolina Attorneys and such.  I would look down the list and see my colleagues and be happy to be recognized with them.  It's the same here.  I scrolled down the list and saw 100 Simple Living blogs I intend to sample and enjoy.  I hope you do the same.  Look at bloggers.feedspot.com/simple living blogs/

It's so nice to be part of something that's growing.  If ever we needed simple living it's now.  Simple nesting, simple living spaces, simple time in nature--all to balance when times are hard or just plain wrong.  If you don't hear from me for awhile, I'm busy reading all the new blogs out there for me.  

Thanks to readers from all over the world.  

"A WORD ABOUT THE STRANGER"

  

Old Mission, Solvang, CA

I was reading the late Rabbi Jonathan Sacks about Passover, the Holiday that Jesus celebrated and which, after his Resurrection, became Holy Week for Christians.  I am writing this away from home during Holy Week.  Tonight is Maundy Thursday and tomorrow Good Friday, the day of crucifixion.  

Rabbi Sacks says, 

If there is one command above all others that speaks of the power and significance of empathy, it is the line in the week's Parsha [Passover]:  "You shall not oppress a stranger, for you know the heart of a stranger:  You were strangers in the land of Egypt."  Exodus 23:9. 

He continues, " Why this command? . . . Empathy is essential to human interaction generally.  Why then invoke it specifically about strangers?"  Because, the Rabbi explains, empathy is easiest among groups that identify with one another, family, clans, religions, gangs, races.  The weaker the bond with another, the sharper the suspicion and fear.  

"It is very hard indeed to love, or even feel empathy for, a stranger."  Thus we need God's commandment:  You shall not opress a stranger. 

A couple of weeks ago, I also read an article about "Toxic Empathy," a frightening mis-juxtaposition of terms.  We are told by one Christian-Right writer that her new book equips Christians "with research-backed, Biblical truths to dismantle the progressive lies like 'no human being is illegal,' or 'love is Love.'"  The book and the concept, the oxymoronic combination of toxicity with empathy, is a favorite among Trump loyalists.  Elon Musk said that empathy is weakness. 

Dr. susan Lanzoni, on the other hand, says that "The disparagement of empathy is a deliberate effort to set up a permission structure to dehumanize others."  

Yes, we see that.  We see the movement to discredit our capacity to recognize and respond to suffering.  We don't need to list how.  Just look at our homegrown Gestapo that we call ICE (for Immigration and Customs Enforcement).  And the concentration camp that has been set up in El Salvador.  

So here it is Holy Week and our own savior is about to be crucified yet again, as he is every year, every day, lately almost every moment.  We remember that Christ's calls to love thy neighbor and welcome the stranger contained no coda on whom to exclude.  We remember that empathy and love are active, not 'thoughts and prayer.' And whether you read this now or after Easter, or next month, the message is always the same:  Christ did not rise for us to ignore the suffering of others.  To do so would be to ignore his own.  AMEN

 

A MINDFUL BALANCE

 

I'm still here in Santa Barbara enjoying our friends' home while they travel, house-sitting, so to speak, while our house survives on its own. Our friend is Romanian and she and her husband wanted to spend her special birthday with her family who live in the Carpathian Mountains near the border with Ukraine.  So although I think about Ukraine nearly everyday, now it has been more. 

 I took part in the recent HANDS OFF protest here.  For such a small city, 5000 participants is a lot.  They say 3 million of us protested at over 1400 locations in all 50 states. I want to be at every peaceful protest I can.  Hands Off my social security and medicare, hands off gay friends and trans children, hands off our National Parks, our schools and teachers' unions, medical research and universities, aid to victims of famine and war, those seeking asylum . . . .  But all hands on deck to support Ukraine, Israeli hostages and Palestinians in Gaza.  Don't give Ukraine to Putin.   

When we were young marrieds, we lived in Cleveland, Ohio during protests there.. I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri where I was too young to participate in the protests.  We lived in London for a few years too.  No one exercises their free speech more than the Brits. I hope if you want to, you're finding a way to be heard.  It's a kind of agency.  

Life today seems like a balance between remaining aware and self-care, at least my life does.  I begin the day with online news--what civil rights challenges are we facing today?  Are the courts still holding?  As a lawyer that's my first concern and yes, they still are--not perfect but not caving to the attacks on our freedoms.  

Then the self-care.  That has turned out to be the easy part, I hope for you too.  Here in Santa Barbara the majestic Pacific is down the street.  We drive to the top of the hill that runs by our friends' street and there it is, wide and glistening.  Once the ocean is in sight, it is everywhere.  The Channel Islands are outlined just out of focus but visible.  The air is clear, not humid like North Carolina, not hot either. Just right.

We have sought out every little thing the area has to offer.  We found the seal rookery, a butterfly grove where monarchs settle in winter, some cave paintings in the Los Padres national forest . . . .  I hope you love where you live and where you visit.  North Carolina Piedmont is nothing like the California coast but I love it.  I love Durham, the woods that surround us, the hot summers, the deer out our door, my aging home with doors that stick and windows that won't open and cracks in the walls.  I refuse to believe the kitchen is outdated or the landscaping non-existent. As much as I like DIY blogs and hacks, we are just fine as we are.  

So that's it.  A balance.  Do for others, do for self.  Don't give up, don't despair, continue to thrive.  And since I am a Christian to whom faith comes easily: "This is the Day that the Lord Hath Made.  Let us Rejoice and be Glad in It."  

                     Nina Naomi

 

GODSPELL

Ocean, Cliffside, Santa Barbara

 My friends' home in Santa Barbara, California is a wonderful calming place.  I am here alone, which is also strangely calming since I know all is well at home where my husband is.  All is well too with my scattered grandchildren.  Nothing changes life more than a period of calmness, does it?  I hope you are finding some today.  

Yesterday I hiked to a seal rookery, something I had never heard of.  Well as you can guess, or already knew, it's where a bunch of seals have hung out for centuries, this one here in Carpenteria at the bottom of a cliff--giving birth, feeding and lazing in the sun.  Maybe you live by the sea or on top of a mountain or with a back yard you have carefully designed with patio, hammock, chairs in the sun or shade and a gurgling fountain.  I don't.  My home is in the woods and right now while I'm gone there is yellow pollen everywhere.  My husband can't open the windows during this warm Carolina spring or the indoors will be as covered as out.  We leave footprints in the pollen even inside our house.  It's not a blessing.

Being here is different. 

Remember that super hit of the 70's, "Day by Day" from Godspell?   It reached #13 on the pop charts.  That song is what I've been thinking about out here in California.

Day by day,

Day by day,

Oh dear Lord, three things I pray.

To see Thee more clearly,

Love Thee more dearly, 

Follow Thee more nearly,

Day by day.  

If you are the age to have gone to an original performance in the 70's, as I am, you remember that at intermission the audience was welcomed on-stage to share bread and wine with the performers.  The musical ends with a reprise of "Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord." 

I wish there would be a revival of this musical.  It's more joyous than what we usually think of with Lent.  Or even Palm Sunday with its foreshadowing.  But it fits Easter.  In a place between the Santa Ynez Mountains and the Pacific Ocean, it does seem easier to see Thee more clearly.  Can you imagine living in Washington DC right now?  Even North Carolina can be hard.  But here in sunny California with lemon trees in every yard, seal sanctuaries and paper straws to lessen pollution from plastics, calm seems easier to achieve.  

Of course I am on vacation. Teachers and nurses and firefighters are bound to be stressed, I hope not beyond coping.  But I hope they too see Thee more clearly, day by day.  I am very grateful to my friends for this opportunity.  AMEN

TODAY'S RENOURISHMENT

Sometimes we just look for something beautiful to set us off right for the day. I don't have babies anymore, not for a long time, but it used to be their powdery smell and soft heads, as they tumbled into my bed that began a good day.  We lived in the country and would hear the cows, as raucous as geese, morning and evening.  

Now the days begin differently.  This month I'm staying in Santa Barbara, CA at our friends' home, where beauty abounds.  My how lucky they are to live here.  From their window I can see the Santa Ynez Mountains and the city below.  There are no mountains in the North Carolina Piedmont where we live; no Pacific Ocean either.  And yet daily we all find something beautiful to begin our day, don't we?  The dogwoods are blooming in the Piedmont. The other day, when still at home, I saw a brown fox out the breakfast room window, beautiful full tail and casual stride. I don't expect to see a fox here on my friends' patio, that would not be welcome. But anyone would love their view.  

Santa Inez Mountains 

 

I also found some writing prompts in Bella Grace magazine, that UK magazine I enjoy.  Its motto is "Life's a Beautiful Journey."  Writing is another good way to replenish ourselves.  

Especially now, we need ways to renourish.  Some of us are on empty, or near it.  It might be because of something personal, but it might also be because we are struggling with the direction of our country. We have a president who hates immigrants, trans children, educators, Federal workers, Ukrainians, Palestinians, Greenlanders, NATO, our allies, judges, the press, researchers, science . . . what else?  It's intentionally disorienting.  

But while we need to resist, we also need to take time away.   We cannot live 24l7 in fear for our democracy.  (Well, actually I do, but life needs to continue.)  

That's why we need to find or do something that nourishes us.  This post is part of my renourishment today. It is a reminder that all the things we love and enjoy and appreciate are still available to us, even in this political maelstrom.    

The first prompt I found in Bella Grace is "Write A Love Letter to Yourself,"  pay yourself the compliments you deserve.  I wrote mine in February 2023, before all this.  Mine is brief but your's may be more fulsome.  Why not try it?  Here's mine. 

"Dear Nina Naomi,  It's OK to be old and a little bit tired and not do too much.  It's OK to have bursts of energy and long quiet times.  It's Ok to sit and read or watch TV.  It's OK to relax with a glass of something good in the late afternoon and cups of tea in the early morning.  It's Ok."

The second prompt is titled "Growing Older with Grace"  and asks, "What have you come to know to be true as you've grown older?"  Well, I realize that I answered that prompt in the post titled "Life Lessons, Just a Few."  But what I wrote in February 2023 was, "What I know to be true is that I can trust my intuition." 

In my life, nothing has been more reliable than my intuition but I didn't realize it, or give voice to it, until a time of serious decision making.  My intuition opened my eyes to facts I was avoiding and made me brave.  A different prompt might be, "When have you been brave?"  

Another thing I've learned to be true is that magic, or what seems like magic, can be another name for God's grace.   All those things we can't explain, seeds growing, the feeling you have when a dragonfly chooses you, the miracle of a baby reaching for your face, are God's grace.  You can name dozens more.  

I've also learned that people and relationships can be redeemed.  Words come first, then actions.  "I am sorry.  I repent my actions, thoughts and deeds.  They not only harmed you, whom I love, but were wrong."  Then the action of change, whatever that may be.  Relationships that have been threatened or broken can be revived, reloved and restored.  People too.  

And finally, I've learned that the last great healing may be death.  Sometimes only God can care for us, no one else.  I read a story about a woman whose granddaughter said, "Grandma, don't ever die."  Her reply, however she said it, was essentially, "Don't bind me to this earth."  That flowed from her heart like a song.  Heaven is the most magical of all, the ultimate manifestation of God's grace. 

As I read this over before pushing Publish, I realize that thoughts can renourish, maybe better than anything.  I hope your day has been filled with things that renourish, good things that fill you with a joy in living.  And if not, I hope tomorrow.               With love, Nina Naomi  

  

LIFE LESSONS, JUST A FEW

 

The older you are the fuller life is.  No shallow waters, only deep.  It doesn't matter that fewer years lie ahead.  All is of a piece, like a quilt that keeps expanding, more colors, more threads.  

As life lengthens, some doors you close on purpose, nothing lost.  The desire for more things fades, you prune what you have.  You don't rush through the present.  You take care of what matters, recognize what's toxic and get rid of it . 

You stop fearing the worst.  For many of us, our worsts have happened and we've survived them. 

You rely on your intuition.   A first alert, it's always on your side.  

You lose unrealistic expectations, don't succumb to pressures to succeed.  

With age, the less you can control and the less you need to.  You know the future holds unwanted surprises, but will also be filled with good things.  

You don't worry about being "too old."  Whatever takes youth, you have already done.  You know life isn't too hard because here we are, still hoping, still believing, knowing we can be content without being happy but that happy still peeks around the corner and finds us. 

You no longer believe that you are not ready, for anything. You are ready. 

You don't notice your age and don't care whether others do. 

You don't avoid the truth or offend easily and have learned that people can change.  You're curious, interested, love your home, hobbies, the seasons, waking up, going to bed, helping others, caring for yourself.  

Changing directions is not giving up; you don't give up.  

There's time enough, everything gets done.