We finally launched the Healing Tree Farm website. Let us know what you think!
Firstly, Happy birthday (Oct 25th) to Stacia, my mother-in-law. :-)
According to 350.org:
On 24 October 2009, people in 181 countries came together for the most widespread day of environmental action in the planet’s history. At over 5200 events around the world, people gathered to call for strong action and bold leadership on the climate crisis.
I watched the waves pour through the chain-link divide separating (at least superficially) Lake Michigan from Lake Huron. Suspended high above me, the roar of traffic and the wind in the cables could not distract me from that blue, blue water. How it glowed and sparked at each peak! I let myself get lost for a moment in the depth and breadth of it; immersed in the thrill of seeing the shore drop below unseen.
There was a point during my treatments, as I sat waiting for blood-work and Dr. Kohler, I noticed something that changed my outlook about having cancer. An elderly man opened the door for his wife, who had clearly been undergoing treatments. He supported her as she walked through the door and they slowly shuffled by. But I had already grown accustomed to something you don’t ordinarily experience in waiting rooms or in public: The woman turned to me and our eyes met and our gaze did not falter for worry or insecurity, but rather pushed through some unseen barrier and wrapped right around my heart.
“Why, you’re too young,” she said. And her husband’s kind eyes joined hers and we shared this moment where, having just met, we had known each other all along. An odd familiarity, a connection that supersedes politics, race, age, sex, religion, and just exists in the moment.
During radiation treatments, I met a man who was so weak, he couldn’t lift his head. The thrush he had developed in his mouth made it difficult for him to speak and yet, when his chair was parked beside me, he made it a point to look over and smile. I reached over and held his hand. We just remained there, present in the moment; not letting the outcome of either illness consume us; we shared in something no cancer could kill.
There were so many people; many who have passed on, who showed me surviving cancer isn’t about surviving an illness, it’s about rising above it. In that sense, we all won. We all beat it.
Now I look for those people whose eyes reveal something deeper; some connection to this underlying knowledge; some sense of what it means to love someone, to share in something larger than ourselves – to rise above it. As Lauren’s mom would say, “They get it.” And they make life worth anything illness or the unexpected can throw our way.
Friends, my husband, Erick, the programmer, has branched out into Nerdcore Hip-hop for a song-fight sponsored by the *infamous* Nerdcore founder, MC Frontalot. Please show your support for this hard-working fellow with a vote that says he rocks you to your nerdy core! Scroll down to the song by etweb (or MC 2Plus)…
I’ve been thinking about forgiveness all morning. Forgiveness as a process that must unfold in order for the heart and mind to move forward in good health. It’s not easy – we don’t always feel the other person ‘deserves’ forgiveness; after-all we look at it as a gift. But the gift is one that is shared – a relief from the threat of anger – a defense against being consumed by that anger. We give forgiveness, but we also receive it in the same action. And it allows us to move forward freely, without the constant need for rethinking our anger and shelving it higher and higher with no resolve.
So then, when we are so afraid of forgiving someone; perhaps we should ask ourselves whether we are afraid to forgive ourselves. What is it that stops us short of freeing someone from the confines of our hostility? While at the same time reserving some civility for ourselves? I’ve met people who are so close to forgiving, but hold on to that anger tightly because it is familiar and protects them ultimately from rejection. I’ve been one of these people. Too stubborn to let go and let my defenses down long enough to forgive; and to be forgiven. And my failure to do so has haunted me for some time.
So now, I focus on the letting go and allow myself to be vulnerable once more; forgiving myself for the mistakes, for the anger I reserved and built up around every reflective surface so I would never have to look too far inward. And I can say it has helped me. Because as willing as I am now to love others unconditionally, I so am willing to love myself.
Bestow the gift.
On our way home this afternoon, I looked out across the bay at the choppy water; such a brilliant blue, and thinking of all my ancestors who came before, who fished these waters and lived near them always. Even my Irish and Croatian ancestry lived by the sea; made their livings by the sea. It is no wonder then, that I sometimes feel so inclined to look out upon the water and let the tide that moves within consume me. It is as though I am seeing for them; giving them a glimpse of their tumbling ocean currents or feeding some future tense of my DNA.
I have never once looked out and not been struck by the beauty; the untamed ebb and flow of the lakes. How fortunate for my body to have been born here.
Bug prepares for Winter…
Evelyn and Tina made these notecards – each featuring one of the barn squares for the Quilt Barn Project. They’re now on display on our sideboard. :-)
I love October – our paper is focusing on local history, one of my favorite topics, and it’s also time for fall planting, second only to spring planting! Work aside, we’re decorating the house for fall and looking forward to three months of family gatherings for birthdays, holidays and fun.
One of my favorite things as a child was coming home from school to find our apartment decorated for some upcoming holiday. The warmth of the decorations warded off the impending cold of winter and made the apartment all comfy-cozy. It’s an absolute joy watching the girls come home from school to discover pumpkins and mums and holiday lights, oh my!
The wind is howling this morning and rain is splattering against the window panes, but tucked inside this cozy parlor, I am reminiscential and awash with warm-fuzzies; those feelings stirred through generations of traditions designed to keep alive the light within even as the days grow shorter and the cold air hovers low outside.
What I meant to say had nothing to do with holidays, or festive decorations and yet, I was distracted completely by the stark contrast of grey skies and the careful turning of leaves to this brightly lit and cheery room and reminded of that saying – Do not complain of darkness; it is what helps us to see and understand light:
Go a light unto the darkness and curse it not.
(Neale Donald Walsch)
