Having been a newspaper clipper when living in Michigan with the Detroit Free Press, I rediscovered things. One was Bob Talbert’s article speaking of Monsignor Francis X. former professor and rector of Sacred Heart Seminary and what he passionately preached to his students. . .
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
(and reading texts of an elected Republican on the January 6th insurrection,
asking his henchmen,’ tell me what to say now’ I ask do you not ever think for your self?
And a clip from Neil Chethik’s column when asking his two year old for a blessing on their newly planted garden. . .’ instinctively he put his palm on mine and uttered the only prayer he knows. . .For life and love and all things good, we offer up our thanks.’
I remember a line from one of the wonderful women writers I clung to for wisdom on how to live graciously and sensitively and with knowledge of the goddesses. . .when one of the characters in a book not remembered said I cannot live in a world where I do not thank someone for this wondrous life.
When we are inclined to thank SOMEONE for this good fortune, how about God or Gods or Yahweh or Father or Christ or parent-gods or godparents? Or the street sweepers or the sanitation workers or LIFE with CAPITALS?
As my favorite poet writes. . ‘the heart translates and makes it all human.’ Amen and Amen.
(being a daughter of the original Jenny and having the jenny genes ensconced, I noticed that she gave males great latitude and females none. Her teaching obligation to her children was that fathers could be easily forgiven, but mothers should never be an object of explanation or worse, embarrassment.
In this my frame of thought, I hold everyone stiffly to a high bar. I know that and also it is a place of isolation. The cognizant fact is that we all perform better than we expected we would. Considering . . everything about us.
I have been the GOAD my commitments pushed against I learn. I still try to emulate my Mentor. I hope someone will tell me I do better than I think.
The photo of my grandson and my youngest great granddaughter are reasons for my life. It is the grip of the father’s hand on his daughter and the sureness of her stride at not quite two years that tells me my words and actions have taken heart.
This has been my contribution to LIFE. I need nor want no other.)