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Bitter & Sweet, living daily with grief


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When I was guided through learning my personality type in the Eneagram, I discovered one of the worst things that could happen to me emotionally was to be excluded from something. I could give you several stories from my life where that happened. I get crushed when I find out I’ve been left out. Knowing it’s a personality thing helps soften the blow a little, but overall I still get bummed.

Last week I had to go to a funeral on Tim’s (my husband) side. It was a Catholic service, true to family tradition. I asked about whether it was appropriate to take communion and I was told that the priest will announce whether you need to be Catholic or not. If there is nothing said, it is ok, even if you are Protestant. The announcement came so I didn’t partake.

This week I had to go to a funeral on Tim’s (current partner) side. It was a Catholic service as well. I waited and sure enough the announcement came. There was also a lengthy explanation about Polish Catholic vs. Irish Catholic ritual and how to appropriately walk with your hands for the Eucharist depending on your background. I abstained again. Tim wasn’t really listening (lucky) so he went up anyway. His heart was in the right place.

I remember when I was in college at a fundamental Christian college, studying to be a missionary. When I came home on break and went to church with my family, I wasn’t allowed to take communion there either. They said if I was currently attending a Lutheran church, I couldn’t take it, even though I was baptized and confirmed there. Sigh.

I struggle with the whole thing. I feel like it is a good and polite thing to respect traditions. My heart isn’t interested in offending anyone, especially in a place where love is taught. Men don’t sing in the Buffalo Women’s Gateway Chorus. That’s exclusive to women, right?

I have to admit though, it feels a tinge different. For me, church is a place where God (and often Christ) is preached and the basis is love. Love with a capital “L” and in bright shining lights. Why would anyone want to discourage another human from participating in a ritual that brings our souls closer to God?

I remember in my years with more fundamental churches and being afraid sometimes to take communion. It was between God and the person, but the pressure was even worse. There was emphasis on the Bible verses that talk about how “some have gotten sick and even died because they took communion in a manner than was unworthy”. Holy cow (pun intended)! That’s enough pressure to keep the most saintly person from participating. I could get cancer or even fall over dead if I didn’t participate the RIGHT way.

Yikes.

I guess for now, in my 50’s, I feel like I’m on a good track. God is about inclusion and love to me. Come and share in the bounty. For those that believe differently, I will respect their wishes. But next time I think I will choose Tim’s path. If I don’t hear the restriction, I can take the bread and wine in good faith (pun intended) and enjoy the ritual that has meant so much throughout my lifetime. Alas, ignorance really is bliss sometimes.


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Hold ‘Em or Fold ‘Em?

I’ve been having some serious angst about what to do when I grow up. I was here in January of 2018 and now I’m back. I went to see my former spiritual director. She made reference in our conversation to the song by Kenny Rogers, “The Gambler.” It made me chuckle because I had just listened to that CD earlier this week after I don’t know how many years. Love his music.

I know that when it comes to my decision making, I don’t have a problem with stick-to-it-ness. I can hold ’em indefinitely. I will try every avenue no matter how long it takes or how frustrating it gets. My error usually lies in knowing when to fold ’em.

I’ve sought out some wise folks to help but it is still a daunting endeavor. Some say you have to do what you are passionate about. That is the foundation for all else. Others say it is primarily a job, an avenue for making money. Passion is the icing on the cake. I think I’ve decided you need to balance the two.

One of the things I got out of spiritual direction is that my underlying emotions are in conflict. We recently made a pretty large financial decision. While I think it was the “right” couple decision, I discovered I wasn’t as emotionally comfortable as I thought I was. I know it’s hard to believe that a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve so blatantly even has underlying emotions, but it does happen on rare occasions. At any rate, postponing financial wiggle room has made my work search a bit more frantic.

I love variety and I love that I have had so many different experiences in life where I have been able to earn money. At the same time, moments like this I wish I just had that one simple thing. So many of my endeavors require networking and advertising ad nauseum. How do you evaluate if you are using your time and energy wisely? How long do you keep having conversations that seem so promising but turn out to be fruitless before you just stop having them?

Anyhow, that is where I am at these days. I have an appointment with Darren in just a few moments. I’ve blogged about him several times over the years. He is the last “ear” that I have scheduled with and I am hoping we come up with some helpful plans of actions for how to move forward.

So please feel free to share your own stories. And keep those prayers coming. I need to know when to walk away and when to run. Or maybe stay put.


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Yes, I’m Really Gonna Try That Again

Dave has decided he wants to be a personal trainer. We won’t discuss the fact that he thinks he doesn’t need a college education. I just won’t even talk about that part because I GET TOO MAD.

Anyhow, I’ve done nothing but gain weight since a) I have a significant other and b) I had my surgery in October and my foot isn’t even remotely better yet and c) oh yeah, I love sugar.

Recently, I just got told I can walk Taffy three times a week, never two days in a row. I can only go less than a mile and I can’t go in the woods. That is the extent of the exercise my foot gets.

In a moment of insanity, I thought that I could support my son and improve myself at the same time so I asked him to come up with an exercise plan for me. Tim joined the gym a while ago and he is allowed to bring a guest so maybe if I go with him, he will start going too.

I detest the gym. I detest exercise. I really, really, really do. But Dave immediately got into it and planned my routine. We are going to video him doing the exercises because I know I won’t remember how to use the equipment. When I asked him what to blog about today, he told me to blog about this so I guess he’s into it.

Lord help me. I’m not sure when we will start, but I really need to do something. Maybe this plan will be good for all of us in different ways. If you are someone that prays, now is the time to start. I mean pray with all your might because this goes against every molecule in my body.

This is one area where the apple falls far, far from the tree. Look at how ripped this kid is!

I can’t even fathom this is my son!


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Puppy Love

I have no great writing agenda today. I just think this puppy is so dang cute, I wanted to share my pictures of him. My brother introduced us to nine-week-old Willow yesterday. I had spoken to Randy on the phone earlier and his exhaustion and comments about what a pistol his new baby was had me laughing and intrigued.

I mean really, isn’t he priceless?

He did not disappoint. He is this tiny fur-ball with the energy of ten puppies. With three adults giving him full attention, Willow still managed to pee about five times on the rug. He ended up back in his pen a few times for biting with some razor-sharp puppy teeth. Actually, I would call it more like a death grip. He would get my shirt or sock so firmly implanted in his jaws, we couldn’t get him off.

Now how could we leave him in there for long?

After an hour I expected Willow to do the puppy thing and suddenly drop to sleep. It never happened. He would look sleepy, but it was all just a mischievous ploy to fool us into thinking we would get a break. But he’s worth every ounce of energy you put into him. I could tell you how soft and adorable he is, but the pictures speak for themselves.

No writing of depression, grief or medical nonsense this week. Just unadulterated cuteness. Hope you enjoy!