Tolerance

My heart aches for all the lost souls of the terrible tragedy in Norway this past weekend.  And for the families who are left behind to attempt to glue back together the fragmented pieces of their shattered lives.  And for the country itself, who's people pride themselves on tolerance and peaceful co-existence.  And, as difficult as it is...for the perpetrator of this tragedy.  For he too, is a victim of sorts.  Of ideology and fanaticism.

I have told my daughter, on many occasions, that if I have taught her one thing in this life, passed along just one attribute that I aspire to, it is tolerance .  The 'Live and Let Live' thing.  The understanding that we are all one.  Seeing the inherent goodness in all of humanity.  Accepting that there is more than one way to connect with God (whatever 'God' is for each of us.)  If I have taught her that, then I will leave this planet in peace when my time comes.

I think she gets it.  No, I know she gets it!  My joy, and my peace, is knowing that this understanding will be passed along to my little Aidan, with or without me.  Not that I'm the greatest mother (who is?!) but it feels good to know I did something right!

I gave up religion more than forty years ago.  I remember well the 'moment of decision' (though I'm sure it came about after much contemplation.)  Crossing an intersection of a busy road and saying Enough! Enough!  After crossing that intersection, is when the real journey began and continues still, and will, I hope, until my last breath.

So many books.  Some wonderful and life changing.  Others not so much.  And yet a few more went into the garbage can!  We read.  We learn.  We take away that which resonates with our hearts and souls, and let go of the rest.

I have studied most religions and...I think I've found the problem!  Most (well, at least the 'biggies') espouse to the theory that 'their way is the right way - the only way'  and if you don't follow 'their way' you will burn in hell.  Such hogwash!  I have little time (or, dare I say, tolerance) for 'organized' religion, and the 'holier than thou' stuff.  It is soul deflating and dis-empowering.  At least to me.  I know some people find strength in it, and that's OK.  This is about tolerance, right?

One book I read is called 'What God Wants' by Neale Donald Walsch.  First page - blank!  Second page - blank!  Third page - one word...'Nothing'!  God wants nothing!  Why would God want anything?  S(He) is God, for God's sake!  And if we are indeed 'God's children' like all the 'big books' say, then what would God, as our 'parent' want for us?  There are words in a children's song by Raffi that I think just about sums it up - 'A song in my heart...food in my belly...and love in my family...'

And we are all 'family' in the grand scheme of things.  A lot of us just haven't got that yet.  Dare I say, I must have faith?!  Faith that someday we will 'get it'!  All be it kicking and screaming.  And through tragedy, despair, and heartache, such as the events of this past weekend, we come to question 'why?' and then to question 'what can I do to change it?' Finding those answers is, and has unfortunately been for millennia, humanity's task.

My beautiful grandson!

My little Aidan...I wish you a lifetime of peace and happiness.  Indeed I wish you a song in your heart, food in your belly, and love in your family.  And I wish you tolerance...acceptance...empathy for all of humanity.  For they too are your 'family'!  And may you find your God...whatever that is for you, and only you.

Hazy, Lazy, Summer Days!

It's another hot one today!  With no end in sight to the hot and hazy days of summer.  My body and soul crave the breath of cool air in my lungs.  Grabbed the little love of my life, a few snacks, my fold up chair, and headed to the 'stream park'.  On go the water shoes (his, not mine!) and off into the stream he goes!

Tons of rocks, Nana!

 How lucky am I?  Sitting back in the shade of a huge maple tree, watching Aidan pick up rocks and fling them into the water.  Life is good!

More rocks, Nana!

Butterflies flitter.  Dragonflies glide along on the warm breeze that flutters through the trees.  Falling leaves land in the water and I watch as they float and skip their way down the stream.  I have to momentarily close my eyes and take in all the sounds.  Or lack thereof!  All I hear is the rustle of leaves in the trees, a few birds singing off in the distance, and the water babbling as it rushes over the boulders in the stream.  Ahhhh!

Plop, Plop, in they go!

Oh yes...and the sound of rocks landing...ploop, plop, into the water they go, hurled through the air by my dear little grandson.  Rock...after rock...after rock!  He never tires of it.   I dreamily imagine him a famous baseball pitcher some day, making tons of money, so he can look after his old, drooling nana.  Hmmm...
This is a good summer's day!  As Aidan like's to remind me..."Life's Good Nana!"
Indeed it is, little one!

This ain't 'Kansas' Auntie Em!

Woke up this morning to the sound of early birds singing in the trees outside my window.  A cool breeze blowing through the room, landing at my feet with a sigh...Ahhhh! 
I didn't have to go anywhere.  I didn't have to do anything, except enjoy the birds, the breeze and the cool, crisp cotton sheets as I lay on the bed that surrounded, embraced, and upheld my once weary bones.
This sure ain't 'Kansas' Auntie Em!
A short respite from the crazy busy days of my normal, everyday life took me to the home of my 'adopted boy child' Walter.  Not so much a child anymore, but a grown man now, and the son of my dearest friend, who passed away just last year.
Walter 'adopted' me as his 'second mom' many years ago.  We have laughed and cried together.  Been each other's confidant and advisor.  Every so often, we put our busy lives on hold, and take some time to just 'hang out' together...watch movies, eat, and catch up on what's happening in our lives.
Yesterday was one of those days.  Slept like a baby in the guest room of his lovely new house, until the birds announced it was morning.  As I lay in the quiet of the still, cool morning, I decided there was a word for this...Bliss!   Indeed that is what is was.  Thank you, Walter.

It's good to be home!

All too soon, I had to return to 'Kansas'.  The little love of my life was waiting for my at the train station.  Nana! Nana!  I heard him before I saw him.
There is no place like home, Auntie Em!