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"Small acts of kindness can change and humanise our world."
   Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks 1948-2020
   ​Chief Rabbi of Great Britain, 1991-2020
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Seeing is Believing

9/26/2017

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​Tree-ear suddenly had the sense of seeing clearly the things that had always been there. . . .
     The few cooking pots and bowls were stacked on a little shelf formed by the rocks, with chopsticks, a single spoon, and Crane-man’s knife in a neat row. Tree-ear’s sleeping mat was rolled up and set to one side. There were two baskets Crane-man had woven. One held a few wild mushrooms; the other, bits and pieces that might come in handy one day—scraps of cloth, twine, flint stone. Everything was so familiar to Tree-ear. Crane-man having lived under the bridge so many more years, it must be nearly invisible to him by now.
                                                                              from: A Single Shard
                                                                                 by Linda Sue Park
                                                               Houghton/Mifflin/Harcourt, 2001
                                                                             2002 Newbery Award
 
       At times, I feel like I’m walking through a stupor of the familiar. I don’t notice what is around me or even what is right in front of me until I trip. Then I notice. The fuzzy stripes on a bumblebee, the cool surf licking my toes, the cheerful chirp of a robin. Those things, whatever they are, have been there all along. But, suddenly, I notice.
       Those old clichés, take time to smell the roses, or see the flowers, or hear the music, or taste the wine, or reach out and touch someone (literally or figuratively), really mean something when I think about them.
       It is especially important these days. So many distractions are begging for my attention, grabbing, really. Climate change, including sea-level rise, hurricanes, wild fires, earthquakes.
       Russia.
       Dangerously crazy politicians. North Korea.
       Trying to discern what is real and what is true and whether truth is the same as reality.
       What is really important?
       I remind myself of 2017’s word of the year: perspective.
       From my perspective, it is important to make sure the people in my life know I truly care about each of them (you). It is important to notice the kindness and beauty and good fortune that constantly surround me. It is important to recognize each sunrise as the miracle it really is.
       It is important to revise my manuscript that has caught the eye of an editor.
       It is important to me to send out a cosmic “Thank you” to the universe that allows me to love my life enough to want to share who I am and what I have.
​       It is important to notice.
                                                                                       --stay curious!

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A Week Off

9/19/2017

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Things in Florida are messy, but clean-up is underway. Friends and family are safe. It's close to tourist season!

​See you here next Tuesday.
                                                                   --stay curious!
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The Eye of the Storm

9/12/2017

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    When those waters finally fell away, Cornelius looked out at the mountains of ruins—some as high as the steeple atop St. Louis Cathedral.
                                       . . .
     Cornelius rose.
     He dried his eyes.
     For his spirit and will were waterproof.
                                         from: Marvelous Cornelius Hurricane                                         Katrina and the Spirit of New Orleans
                                                                   by Phil Bildner
                                                       illustrated by John Parra
                                                                  Chronicle, 2015
 
       My older daughter’s cancelled 21st birthday celebration revolved around a potential hurricane. Tropical storm Josephine did not develop into a hurricane, but sustained high winds and even higher gusts called for cancelling classes at Florida State. On her birthday. So no party that evening. As an adult, she took the disappointment in stride and celebrated the following weekend. As an adult, I told her to hide under something heavy and lock her doors.
       Hurricane season is June 1 – November 30. A lot of damage can occur in that time frame. Each storm leaves devastation in its wake for miles and months. My husband and I have a very small place in Naples, about 2 miles inland. I’m expecting the worst.
       But most of my thoughts are for the places I know so well, and the people who work there. The library and my favorite librarian. The city park. The zoo. The shops owned by local people. The local market and grocery stores. The little Italian restaurant that has the best pizza I’ve ever tasted. All the people whose lives will need to be rebuilt and their homes and businesses that may or may not be. Year-round friends and friends who spend 6-8 months there. An aunt and uncle and several cousins in Tampa. All in Irma’s path.
       My ties to Florida are long. Some are deep. I’ve been visiting for over 30 years. Marjory Kinnan Rawlings (who wrote The Yearling) said: There is an affinity between people and places. I feel that affinity with South Florida. Although I don’t want to live in Florida, I love the pelicans, the egrets strutting on their long black legs and bright yellow feet, the sansevieria growing wild, the silhouette of a coconut palm waving good-night to me at sunset. The lapping waves, the wild beauty of The Everglades. The quiet beauty of the sunrise over the gulf. Warm sand. Warm, tropic breezes.
       Mother Nature, do what you have to do. For whatever reasons you have or for no reason at all. But please, be kind to the people.
 
                                                                   --stay curious!

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Pardon Me!

9/5/2017

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 “In distant Karnak lies the Palace of the Crocodile Prince. Go there and bring back the golden Jewel Fish that the Crocodile took from me. If you do this, I will pardon you.”
Jackal and Ibis leapt to their feet. “We will do it!”
                                              from The Jewel Fish of Karnak
                                      written and illustrated by Graeme Base
                                      Abrams Books for Young Readers, 2011
 
     My parents taught me to say “excuse me” for all the burps, coughs, and other noises my body made. I wondered why I needed to excuse those behaviors since I (nor anyone else for that matter) had any control over those sounds.
     Bumping into someone or stepping on a toe (literally or figuratively) required a request for a pardon.
     “Pardon me,” shorthand for “What did you say?” is a nice way to say “Huh?” or “What?” My parents were pretty strong on teaching us politeness, manners. Those lessons have served me well all these years.
     Asking for pardon implied that I had committed a wrongful or thoughtless or potentially embarrassing act, accidentally.  It implied that I did something wrong and admitted it. It required accepting the pardon or forgiveness, from the person I had wronged, if it was offered.
     It was never okay with my folks to do something wrong or hurtful or hateful on purpose and not feel sorry. I was expected to try to make it up to the person I hurt.
     My mom had a story about conscience. I may have mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. It is a Native American idea. Mom said my conscience is a pointy triangle in my heart. When I do something wrong, my conscience-triangle turns. It hurts. And like water dripping on a stone, or slowly turning a dimmer switch, finally I will notice the stone has a slight depression, or finally I will notice the light is fading.
     The corners of my conscience will wear away like that, and pretty soon, I won’t even feel it turning. I could do any bad thing and not feel the sorry-pain of my conscience-triangle turning in my heart. My mom kept me from going to that scary, bad place with her story.
     Some people have conscience-triangles that have completely worn away. Their conscience spins and spins around and around in their hearts and they don’t even notice.
     Offering pardon to a person who incites hatred and fear should never be allowed. Accepting that pardon for the purpose of instilling more fear and hatred is despicable.
     I’m sure my mom would agree.
 
                                                                    -stay curious!
    
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