Thursday, August 8, 2024

 

August 8, 2024

Changes

The seasons show us the way. They show us that change is beautiful, necessary, even vital to life. We value the quite winter mornings when all is peaceful, white, and still. We are filled with awe at the rebirth spring brings as we gaze at the flowering cherry trees, new lambs, and downy chicks. We are filled with rapture by the bright colors that come forth in the fall, by the return of crisp autumn nights, bonfires, and the bounty of the harvest. Each season is beautiful, each brings us joy, if we allow it.

We enjoy the changes the earth goes through, the beauty this brings into our lives; why is it that we do not allow or value change in ourselves, and others we love, as time passes? We are, after all, part of this earth and like the earth we must change.

Our bodies go through so many transformations from birth to death if we are allowed the full span of human aging. As babies we rely completely on our parents, as toddlers we begin to fight for our independence as we walk, run, and develop speech. As children we play sports, make friends, and enjoy spreading our wings as we learn so many new things. As teenagers we begin to separate ourselves from our parents, rely more on our friends. We believe we are indestructible and that we will live forever. Youth and vitality bloom within us. As young adults we soar to new heights as we complete our education, marry, and start our own families. Then, in mid-adulthood we raise those families, further our careers and watch as our parents decline. Finally, in old age we start a whole new path, toward activities we may not have had time for as we raised children and furthered our careers. We find time for things we have always wanted to pursue, passions that have lain dormant for many years.

As I think about the cycles of life, I realize that these cycles occur in our relationships as well. When we make a new friend the joy of discovery motivates and inspires us to spend many hours together. Sometimes as that friendship moves on, we begin to see flaws in each other. What we once thought was perfect, becomes riddled with doubts, unless we realize that all things must change, and we accept that all relationships must do the same or they become like too many cloudless, blue-sky days. Sometimes we wish for winter, for change, for something new.

For those of us who choose to marry, our relationships go through a similar process. When we meet someone, everything is new, we are filled with the joy of discovery, the thrill that there is someone like us, someone who values us, who celebrates our existence. Our thoughts are filled with them, and we desire to be with them constantly. After a while we may decide to live together maybe even marry. Eventually we learn everything there is to know about that person and we forge ahead making new memories together. As we do this, some of the things that originally brought us together begin to disappear because our relationship is an evolving, growing, changing thing. This is healthy and follows the pattern of all things. Yet, many times we pause and ask each other, “why don’t you do that anymore?” What we forget to do, many times, is look at the beautiful thing that the relationship has become, or could become, if put more energy, thought, and action into it again.

Let us then learn from the trees, the flowers, the animals, the earth we live upon and value the changes in our bodies and our relationships. Let us look at the beauty in change and value it. Let us look at the ones we love and celebrate the unique people they are and accept that our friends and partners (even our bodies) give us what they can, when they can. Let us celebrate by creating new paths, by trying new things, by remembering our shared past and feeling blessed, rather than cheated, by the opportunity to go forward into the future to forge new experience, new life and a stronger love for each other and the seasons of life.




Thursday, January 27, 2022

Pet me....?

Friends have encouraged me to blog for quite some time mostly because my life is filled with so many quirky and unusual incidents. For example, on a recent trip to Philidelphia as I was boarding my return flight I had a flight attendant (male) ask if he could "pet me!" These were his exact words! True, I did have a suede coat with some fake fur trim on but...I was so suprised I really couldn't think of anything to say except..."excuse me" at that point he seemed to realize what he had said and it's implications and began to backtrack...it was funnier than the last episode of top dog (you gotta see it)! If this had been the only occurance of petting requests it would have been strange but they keep occuring so I'm wondering exactly what it is about me that turns total strangers into rubaholics! Oh yeah, it did happen again; I was buying a slurpee, getting my change out of my bag, when the clerk asks if she can rub my purse...it has some raised applique but it's kind of an unremarkable object, grey with a black paisley pattern????? The most recent episode happened last weekend, I was selling a camping trailer to a friend, drove up to her house in my convertable, this one didn't even ask just began stroking the door! Any tips from anyone out there on something witty I might say in the future `cause I have the feeling it might happen again. Similar experiences?

Jamaican Voodoo Giraffes


I have been doing some spring cleaning (yes it's tedious and gross, but kind of fun too). I decided to clean all the decorative stuff on my shelves. The fun part is remembering where you got each thing, from who, etc...I took down these giraffes; I'm really kind of scared of them and I'll tell you why. I think they've been cursed by a Jamaican voodoo priestess! I'm sure you're probably thinking to yourself, ok another nutcase (I would be) but let me tell you the story.
Have you ever been shopping in Jamaica? It's not really much fun, or at least not for me. I climbed the Dunn's River Waterfall (you know the one where you hold hands and try to balance on slippery rocks) and I wanted to look at the souvenirs before getting back on the tour bus; big mistake!
I felt like if I didn't buy something one of the shop owners might start sticking pins in a blond doll when I turned my back. They are not a happy looking bunch! Anyway, in spite of this, I found these very cute giraffes, bought them and tried to stuff them in my suitcase.
When I got home I stuck them up on a shelf and didn't think too much about them for about two months.
One morning I noticed that instead of their heads facing the same direction (their eyes looking out the window) they were now facing each other. Well, at first I thought maybe one of the kids was playing a joke on me but they are up so high I really don't think that's the case. Of coarse it could be that the arid environment in Utah contributed to drying out the wood thus causing it to twist but I like the voodoo story better, don't you?

What are you willing to risk your life for?

I've been teaching my 15 year old to drive (don't get me wrong, he's actually pretty good) and this question came to mind this morning as we were zooming through the canyon to go hiking. What am I willing to risk my life for? Well, the standard stuff that most people would say, if you asked them, I guess, like my family, my close friends...to teach my kids to drive! However, I also do some exciting (but dangerous) things like scuba dive, I've even gone cavern/cave diving. I've gone cliff jumping; I travel to foreign countries, eat strange food and talk with amusing people that I don't know & dance until the wee hours of the morning in cities that never sleep... While some of this doesn't sound extremely risky...for a lot of my friends and co-workers it's pretty much insanity! As I think about this and some of the other crazy stuff I've done, purely for entertainment. I wonder about myself and what possess me to risk so much...I guess it is summed up in the quote "I would rather have 5 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special." Anyone else ?

Crazy Train?

I sat listening to a great band last night! They played great American rock-n-roll and they asked for requests. The main singer/vocalist asked me what I wanted to hear; I love Ozzy's "Crazy Train" and asked for it by name. He knew it (of course, who doesn't?) but was really surprised that I asked for it...for some reason that eludes me! He shook his head in disbelief and said, "You mean Ozzy's Crazy Train?" I said, "Is there any other?" He was still incredulous...he goes..."Do you have any tattoos?" I'm thinking...what does this have to do with anything? But since I'm sitting in a room full of people waiting for answer I say no, because it's the truth and I'm too stunned to lie, even if I wanted to. So at that point he snaps out of it and says, "Well all right!!" They played a great Crazy Train and I danced with enthusiasm. I wonder why the remark... I was dressed a lot like everyone else, cuter shoes maybe but... well I'm hoping I didn't look like someones grandmother or even worse...a stereotypical librarian!

Did you think I'd be meaner??

The funny thing about being a librarian is that most people have a stereotype of what I should look like, and be like firmly fixed in their minds...perhaps television is partly to blame for this. Most people think I love quiet, like to read non-stop and that I should be at least 55 with graying hair and glasses perched on my nose. The funnest part for me is when I meet someone new and they just can't believe it!! I'm not the only exception. One of my best friends (who is also a librarian) races Harleys and sky dives, another is a dancer, one backpacks through the wild for a month every summer...I can be quiet and read but I also love a party! I scuba dive and love poker and loud rock music. One of the funniest observations that people make is they always think I should be stern or crabby (I'm usually very flexible and happy). I've actually had people say they are surprised that I'm so nice! Weird huh? I guess I could take offense but I think it's meant as a compliment.

The tatoo that stayed in Mexico


I was reading an article about popular tatoos in the paper the other day; I have to admit some of them were very creative, unique & beautiful! I sport no tatoos of my own and I think part of the reason why is because everytime I've felt like I might want to get one I've been in a foreign country and I've learned from experience that one of the most important things about the conversation with the tatooist (is that a word?) is that there be no language barrier or misunderstanding....another stupid travel story... remember if it's absolutely ridiculous, it has happened to me or someone I know!

I was in Mexico with my husband several years back; we were on Cozumel shopping after diving all morning when suddenly, after looking at numerous designs, my man decides he wants a tatoo. The funny thing was he didn't want any that were in the sample book. He wanted one of Calvin (you know the kid that pees on everything) peeing on a Ford symbol. Well I thought that was a weird thing to have on your leg and tried to talk him out of it by suggesting that if they didn't have the design perhaps they didn't know how to do that one. So He walks over to the kid in charge of sales and starts trying to describe what he wants. I was too far away to hear what he was saying but the gestures I watched were funnier than any Calvin comic I've ever read! The guys eyes got real big and he cracked a lopsided grin... I put two and two tegether and knew he was in big trouble! I ran over and said, "honey he thinks you want something I know you don't want...the pain involved would be...well unbearable! The light dawned in his eyes, and he began laughing, me too... almost wet myself right there.