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

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