Happy Passover/Easter
Good Friday, April 10, 2020 – Happy Passover/Easter - ARC
Tis week before 79th, and all through abode seasons’ symphony:
winter anguish, spring hope, summer relief and fall expectations.
Our pandemic forces us review life’ – ask the great question:
am I ready? I muse how it was early 2000’s when I put `affairs’ in order: subconscious premonition. Advanced Directive/Will completed, Neptune and gravesite purchased; wake final instructions: December 15, 2005 attack.
Each moment is miracle of rebirth.
Each known and new kith/kin exalt me with blessing wonderment.
Even though there has been several `trials/tribulations’ aka
Murphy’s Law, Negativity, Entropy, Evil,
gratefulness and humility shroud me like mystical ethereal cape.
Just as I have prayed daily for felonious perpetrator,
I do same for overt/covert transgressors.
The current pandemic crisis revisits panorama eclectic voluminous learning. We septuagenarians know history’s horrors: WWI, Korean, WWII, the Holocaust through academic learning; some in vivo kith and kin. I clearly remember reading The Diary of Anne Frank at the tender age of eight. When I finished, I confronted my mother: how could the world have let this happen? Through the years, I, of course, learned the depth and horror of man’s inhumanity to man. Juxtaposed, I learned about the better angels of our nature.
I have lengthy `in memoriam’ aka prayer list. Daily I recount victims and survivors of mine, universal kith and kin `sins’ and `virtues’. I reflect on histories atrocities: Rebellions, Revolts, Crusades, Purges, Pogroms, Imperialism, Colonization, Conquests, Wars, Slavery, Genocides, Pearl Harbor, Apartheid, Revolutions, Segregation, Terrorists, 911…
I am vigorously uplifted by musing over the countless righteous…Lincoln, Mother Teresa, Schindler, Winston, Wallenberg, Bartali, Princess Alice, ten Booms, Ludwig Guttman, Sophie Scholl, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, FDR/Eleanor Roosevelt, Diana, JFK, King, …
I honor maternal/paternal grands who fled poverty/pre-fascism in Sicily.
I muse how we all understand a flight/fight reaction against danger; are horrified at recent fires that trapped animals and humans: yet, so many, do not relate that is the same for immigrants who are fleeing `home fires/dangers’. How is it possible to have empathy for animals and not our species? I am awed over parents who went through depression, prejudice, intolerance and yet raised brood of seven – one of whom with Down’s Syndrome – and instilled in us an educational, work, spiritual ethic that motivated higher learning and service – allegiance family, country, neighbor.
I remember the poverty: mom with crippled feet from polio holding tight onto me as we laboriously took two buses to get to social services requesting aid. Their haughty demeanor instilled in me righteous indignation over superior insensitivity. I daily thank the `donators’ who pledged church money so that five siblings and me could have a quality education. I learned early that one political party was pro `us’ and another in favor of the upper middle class/rich. It began with FDR and continued on: social welfare for impoverished , educational help, medical assistance, civil rights,…empathy. I was a mature student of those who talked the talk versus walking it. I took to heart mom’s admonition: hold your head high and learn so that in your future you can give back double and more.
I am nostalgic over `the best of times’ – Sunday afternoons when Daddy who normally worked nights and six days a week had off. The joy: after mass, Sunday spaghetti and meatballs, and the family ride where with one hand he stirred, the other held the harmonica and we had our songfest exploring la-de-da neighborhoods where we all had picked out our `dream homes’.
I am awed at my life. I have loved and been loved. I have two phenomenal children who are grace personified. I have a blessed family; grands and greats, honored all through life with special friends who truly are soul sisters and brothers. I have had a Technicolor kaleidoscope life with multi careers.
My faith is deep – resonates with `knowing’ that this too will pass.
I pray for you/yours daily – yours appreciated for me/mine.
May our winter pandemic end with transformational spring that inspires us to recognize how truly precious life is, our affinity for Higher faithfulness - familial/universal kith/kin is what it is all about.
God Bless, Shalom, Peace, LOVE…
Tis week before 79th, and all through abode seasons’ symphony:
winter anguish, spring hope, summer relief and fall expectations.
Our pandemic forces us review life’ – ask the great question:
am I ready? I muse how it was early 2000’s when I put `affairs’ in order: subconscious premonition. Advanced Directive/Will completed, Neptune and gravesite purchased; wake final instructions: December 15, 2005 attack.
Each moment is miracle of rebirth.
Each known and new kith/kin exalt me with blessing wonderment.
Even though there has been several `trials/tribulations’ aka
Murphy’s Law, Negativity, Entropy, Evil,
gratefulness and humility shroud me like mystical ethereal cape.
Just as I have prayed daily for felonious perpetrator,
I do same for overt/covert transgressors.
The current pandemic crisis revisits panorama eclectic voluminous learning. We septuagenarians know history’s horrors: WWI, Korean, WWII, the Holocaust through academic learning; some in vivo kith and kin. I clearly remember reading The Diary of Anne Frank at the tender age of eight. When I finished, I confronted my mother: how could the world have let this happen? Through the years, I, of course, learned the depth and horror of man’s inhumanity to man. Juxtaposed, I learned about the better angels of our nature.
I have lengthy `in memoriam’ aka prayer list. Daily I recount victims and survivors of mine, universal kith and kin `sins’ and `virtues’. I reflect on histories atrocities: Rebellions, Revolts, Crusades, Purges, Pogroms, Imperialism, Colonization, Conquests, Wars, Slavery, Genocides, Pearl Harbor, Apartheid, Revolutions, Segregation, Terrorists, 911…
I am vigorously uplifted by musing over the countless righteous…Lincoln, Mother Teresa, Schindler, Winston, Wallenberg, Bartali, Princess Alice, ten Booms, Ludwig Guttman, Sophie Scholl, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, FDR/Eleanor Roosevelt, Diana, JFK, King, …
I honor maternal/paternal grands who fled poverty/pre-fascism in Sicily.
I muse how we all understand a flight/fight reaction against danger; are horrified at recent fires that trapped animals and humans: yet, so many, do not relate that is the same for immigrants who are fleeing `home fires/dangers’. How is it possible to have empathy for animals and not our species? I am awed over parents who went through depression, prejudice, intolerance and yet raised brood of seven – one of whom with Down’s Syndrome – and instilled in us an educational, work, spiritual ethic that motivated higher learning and service – allegiance family, country, neighbor.
I remember the poverty: mom with crippled feet from polio holding tight onto me as we laboriously took two buses to get to social services requesting aid. Their haughty demeanor instilled in me righteous indignation over superior insensitivity. I daily thank the `donators’ who pledged church money so that five siblings and me could have a quality education. I learned early that one political party was pro `us’ and another in favor of the upper middle class/rich. It began with FDR and continued on: social welfare for impoverished , educational help, medical assistance, civil rights,…empathy. I was a mature student of those who talked the talk versus walking it. I took to heart mom’s admonition: hold your head high and learn so that in your future you can give back double and more.
I am nostalgic over `the best of times’ – Sunday afternoons when Daddy who normally worked nights and six days a week had off. The joy: after mass, Sunday spaghetti and meatballs, and the family ride where with one hand he stirred, the other held the harmonica and we had our songfest exploring la-de-da neighborhoods where we all had picked out our `dream homes’.
I am awed at my life. I have loved and been loved. I have two phenomenal children who are grace personified. I have a blessed family; grands and greats, honored all through life with special friends who truly are soul sisters and brothers. I have had a Technicolor kaleidoscope life with multi careers.
My faith is deep – resonates with `knowing’ that this too will pass.
I pray for you/yours daily – yours appreciated for me/mine.
May our winter pandemic end with transformational spring that inspires us to recognize how truly precious life is, our affinity for Higher faithfulness - familial/universal kith/kin is what it is all about.
God Bless, Shalom, Peace, LOVE…
posted by R. M. Namaste' at
April 22, 2020
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